He painted pictures for me again,
In the sky and on my windowpane!
This morning, cumulus clouds of pink,
It made me pause....to gaze and think!
His paintings never wait for long,
If I'm not quick, they will be gone!
He rarely gets a word of praise,
He never gets....He only pays!
Masterpieces come and go,
So magnificent to show,
What's in store for us beyond,
Aren't carbon copies, of hill and pond!
I will not try to outwit Him,
With brush or paint...'twould be a sin!
My eager eyes and fingertips....
My meagre brush, with colour drips!
Our greatest artists, here on Earth,
Will make us smile...yes, there'll be mirth!
Compared to His Almighty brush,
We'd best consider...take time...not rush!
Or just be content, to dabble some,
Knowing full well, there's more to come!
His painting style is quite unique,
No one else has this technique!
He simply points or says a word,
And behold...a masterpiece unfolds!
The shades and hues...they come and go,
Faster than our eyes can know!
An ever changing work of art,
This Master Craftsman's very smart!!
Pauline Banning
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