9/5/2006
Artist of Perfection.
Artistic work created at night,
Sky and water,
Canvas not needed or used,
No paint,
Nor brush,
Just natural surrounds, put to use by him,
His flare,
His care,
His patience,
His eye for color coordination,
Unequalled by man,
Beautiful colors flood the sky,
A lake with out a ripple upon the surface,
Is a mirror that reflects the dimming sky?
High lights a rainbow, that becomes a circle,
With no beginning, with no end,
The reflections are in crystal clear water,
Images in a spectrum of colors,
Before daylight becomes night,
They move in a flowing motion, across the water,
A mountain stands tall above the lake,
Twins are created; one looks up towards the sky,
On looks down into the lake,
The colors of sunset stream across the sky,
Water becomes fire,
Colors change and merge from crimson to golden yellow,
They then bleed into purple,
Until carbon black captures the sky,
Then stars appear pulsating with light that’s shot from the sun,
Decorating an empty space,
These images are speared from a mirrored lake back into the stratosphere,
To the place where these images were created,
The full moon arrives,
Circled to match the blue star,
It’s all aglow in orange to yellow,
Lighting up the pure white snow,
Turning night into day,
Icicles hang in silver slithers from ancient tree branches,
Pointing down to our Mother Earth,
The night becomes chilly and crisp,
A ghostly mist drifts across and covers the scene,
The creators work is put to sleep, with the coming of dawn,
Before sun set,
All will awake and he will start all over again,
This will go on for ever and ever more.
The vision of beauty.
Osceola Birdman Waters.
Copy righted
Osceola Waters
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