Really Seeing Poem by George Hunter

Before I took up painting, all that I could see
Was one shade of green when I looked at a tree.

It’s opened up to me a whole new world of seeing
Think about it and I’m sure you’ll be agreeing.

See the way the sunlight filters through,
Greens, greys and yellows, nearly every hue.

Guess you can say the same when you look at life
With the world all messed up with turmoil and strife.

I try to sort it out, all the colors and creeds
An artist’s viewpoint is what this world needs.