Should Mother Nature tutor me in art

I'd be the greatest painter ever known,

my tree would show a living, beating heart

and leafy arms in verdant herringbone.

My lake would be a skating rink for swan

a sunset show of crimson-silver streams,

a moonlight silhouette with mountains yon

and stellar diamonds only found in dreams.

I'd paint a desert wasteland one could feel,

a sea of sandy secrets never seen,

Siroccan dunes of powdered gold and steel

encrypted with the faintest living sheen.

A seascape's creamy horses racing swells

that crash upon a multi-prismed shore

primeval textures mingling with shells

the sand and sea in colorful rapport.

My flowers all abloom would take one's breath,

a gallery of nature's finest hues

with fallen leaves in tan and orange death,

enough to stir the most reluctant muse.

My canvas would inspire the world to see

the magic Mother Nature can release,

and should I save one single living tree

I'll know my painting was a masterpiece.

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