Before my eyes brilliant colour, perfection

Dancing gracefully in every direction,

The world of trees, the art of nature

Are simple reasons for a painter.

 

The power mother nature can release

Could make a painting, a masterpiece

A gallery of natures finest hues,

Enough to stir the most reluctant muse.

 

Should mother nature tutor me in art

My tree would show a living beating heart,

And should I save one single living tree

My canvas would inspire the world to see.

 

Red, orange, yellow, green and brown

Colours of beauty my brush would put down

Bright and vibrant, Maple Red and Golden Oak

Living, breathing, felt with every brush stroke..

 

©2011