Brush in hand I gaze at the scene
How can i paint, its beauty within.
How to interpret whats before my eyes
The amazingly beautiful sunrise.
The colours of orange and red
The shape of the clouds overhead
The insects going about their work
The buzz of bumblebee is oft misread
I wash the canvas with a pale hue
Adding the oranges and reds to merge
Carefully putting an insect or two
Standing back i observe
That nature can't be bought
By the inaccuracies of sight
Just a flat pleasant picture
Is all that is achieved tonight.