Flowers die, leaves fall and oceans may run dry, Everything in this old world will soon be all but a sigh. But the artist captures life and it's hues To solidify nature's perfect muse. With a paintbrush dipped in a rainbow, A picture comes to life, like daybreak's first glow. To paint is to live, to pour out your heart, The perfect dance between the artist and the art. To bring something into existence is like breathing. It's not just pretty pictures that are appealing, It's using the canvas to captivate. Oh how I love to create!