I Am the Artist of My Life

I Am The Artist Of My Life Aloft the hills I sit The world behind The clear sky above I, my master, And my soulful thoughts Reaching nothingness. So what is this life all about? I continued my journey To reach my snowy summit Before the birds return to their nestlings. Perusing over the years fled by Childhood simplicity Had been ravaged With growing up years. Engulfed in the confusion of my direction I wondered if I was on the right trail. My staff in hand I swiftly changed my direction I left behind the scrubby slopes midst firs and yews And magnetically moved toward an unknown destination. An invincible call beckoned me to the laughing sunny maples Breathlessly I quickened my pace and Lo Behold: I was standing in a painted valley of flowers Hanging in the heavens by God's invisible chains. Rose bushes and wild strawberries accompa'kknied me While the amaranthine rhododendron clusters smiled from afar The fields were perfumed with paradise pink orchids and azure poppies, The snowy daisies, lavender bell-flowers and rusty marigolds Carpeted the valley floor with the humming bees and hopping lime butterflies. The myriad colours brushed the fragrant carpeted hills For acres and acres, casting their magic spell by Scintillating my life and clearing my doubts and confusions of Who am I? What is this life all about? What am I doing here? I am what my name symbolises! I am the power! I am the spirit! I am the creator of my own life! I am the artist to paint my life in all its prismatic hues. May 15, 2016 For Chris Teas (January 2, 2015 Conest: One Of Your Best Poetry Sponsor: Rob Carmack)