Time no longer holds you in its’ hands
You are free from the burdens of an ordinary man
Ethereal beings guide you to the artists’ den
All of heaven and earth is your canvas now
Beckoning you to to capture clouds and angels wings
To observe and record the changing scene
Capturing birds in flight soaring through a breeze
Vibrant colors spill from the brush in your hand
At last you have shed the confinements of a mortal man
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem