Everyday nature is painting...she has forever...she's in no rush...
A magnificent work of art...with but a flourish of her brush.
Everyday she is adding colors...subtracting shadows...rearranging...
For she knows her work of art...is evolving....ever changing.
And everyday we should stop and appreciate...the paint she has applied
Knowing tomorrow...what's on her canvas...will be slightly modified.
Yes, everyday, nature...that old master...in her artistic expertise...
Is painting a portrait of our family....perhaps her finest masterpiece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice depiction of the ways of nature which itself is a fine art