It Started With A Blank Canvas

Forces of the universe produce a wonderous array of spectacles afar. Monstrous planets rotating around just one lustrous inferno of a star. Myriads of illuminated stars are part of the yet unexplored distant space. Nature not to be outdone displays ecstasy in many an enchanted place. Magnificent mountain ranges protrude their snow-covered peaks on high. Burnt amber deserts, picturesque oases, palms growing lush defy the dry. Mighty oak trees in emerald, green fields flourishing a rainbow of blooms, Sweetest scent wafting over the lands brings a cascade of delicate perfumes. Forlorn, I am presented with an abyss a mere stark white expanse, a page. On which I am expected to create art to, enlighten captivate or enrage. It is a daunting task to pit my prowess against such powerful competition. I trust my muse is in perfection mode to tackle such a demanding rendition. To compete with Nature and the Universe, I strive to create a masterpiece. All the enlightened, poetic power flowing within me, my muse must release. A plain blank canvas provides a challenge, of what to do, be it near or far, The project at hand may be almost as difficult as lighting a candle from a star.