Behind the Scenes

I am of art I am an artist Taking a stance in life I sit and ponder in thoughts Trees in cubanism surround me Paths so pure of white The aroma in my soul Of air in wilderness I am embedded in as I dwell In the scenic atmosphere My eyes upon you My head in the sky Feet in the ground The tranquility I found While I whisper no words Just think and enjoy God's love Of the arts my stance I say As the clouds around my head My body is no blemish in land Its subtle the thoughts I project Tweet - tweet - tweet A bird looking for my feet I'm silent - I hear the breeze My mind weathers telepathy And the bird just sits listening to me With the aura beneath my skin Critique now at hand can begin The thoughts I must then contemplate And the mind tells the bird sit and wait With thus we see the power of woman Self confident with God's creation of land I am the artist I explored reality I pondered and saw wit But now the bird just flew And I draw the conclusion Defining a little LINE in my soul I am of art I reflect with hue.....