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
I like your poem...I find it ineresting...you didn't start writing until 2005...I stopped writing around 1971 and just started writing again in 2007...re-reading Frost and Wilbur and just started Thomas Hardy...10+
Magnificent poem! The dance between world and artist is inspiring and beautiful. The individual vibrancy of colors is uncatchable! I enjoyed this poem, please read one of mine.
Yes, great subject. I was even thinking something along the lines of this poem's theme last time I took a hike in the George Washington National Forest. I was thinking about how beautiful and intricate nature is. This poem focuses on the vibrant colors, but the thing that I love about nature is the incredibly detailed nature of reality. Even in a single tree, you've got thousands of leaves, each leave with thousands of little details, and thousands of details in the bark of the tree.
I hope you got to do some painting....thank you for the poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really like it, a great poem. may i invite you to read my new poem called, Fear.