I’ve seen so much of beauty,
and I’ve tried to paint it all
through all the passing seasons;
Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall.
From the orange desert sands,
to the mountains with their snow,
to the fields of swaying grasses
where the prairie breezes blow.
I’ve strived and tried and struggled,
when work was but frustration,
trying to catch the splendor
of some rock-bound formation.
And the thing that I have learned
is very simply stated,
“no one can match the glory
of all that God’s created”.