Nature, The Greatest Artist Poem by Pacific Hernandez

Nature, The Greatest Artist

Rating: 5.0


Without easel or oil she paints
The sunsets in the evening sky
The sunrise of the early dawn
And moods and phases of the moon
Sans chisel and hammer she carves
The cliffs, the mountains buttes and crags
Her tools, the water, wind and waves
She gouges out the gorges and caves
The grandest of spectacles
For us to see, and touch and hear

The whole world is her gallery
Can other artist greater be
Failure to appreciate her arts
Is inadequacy in sight
And total dullness of the mind

Wednesday, May 24, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Cheryl Tutaan 24 May 2017

Her brushes are the sun and wind...Loved this line, beautifully sketched...Thanks...a 10

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