Mother Nature, van Gogh, and Henri Matisse,
Painters who gave their all to a masterpiece,
They shed their tears for their pride and joy,
Bound themselves to the work they employ.
Mother Nature with her vibrant red and yellow,
Paints the leaves and grasses down below,
The alchemy of the tired and worn out greens,
Of little visual value into breathtaking dreams.
From the cool nights, as the dew from her brow,
Covers the grass, from her sworn avowal,
Give proof that her autumn’s work is done,
As her colors glisten in the eyes of the sun.
An ode to all the painters who ever were before.
As featured in "The Belt and Beyond." magazine