Before my eyes brilliant colour, perfection <br />Dancing gracefully in every direction, <br />The world of trees, the art of nature <br />Are simple reasons for a painter. <br /> <br />The power mother nature can release <br />Could make a painting, a masterpiece <br />A gallery of natures finest hues, <br />Enough to stir the most reluctant muse. <br /> <br />Should mother nature tutor me in art <br />My tree would show a living beating heart, <br />And should I save one single living tree <br />My canvas would inspire the world to see. <br /> <br />Red, orange, yellow, green and brown <br />Colours of beauty my brush would put down <br />Bright and vibrant Maple Red and Golden Oak <br />Living, breathing felt with every brush stroke.. <br /> <br />©2011<br /><br />Hazel Connelly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/canvas-17/
