THE ARTIST

 

Did you ever stop and think

How drab our world would be

If it were void of color,

No sadder sight wed see.

Crimson roses we would miss

And skies of bluest blue,

The emerald green of trees,

Sunsets of pastel hues.

Birds adorned in orange and yellows,

Rainbows in the sky,

Purple mountains capped with snow,

Such beauty makes us sigh.

We need the artists palette

With its tints and dyes of old

To dazzle our eyes and hearts

And feed our hungry souls.

We yearn to see the buds of spring

And the lavish splendor of fall,

So lets give thanks to God above,

The greatest artist of them all.

 

By Dorothy I. McCarty 2001

 

Midi is Paradise, an original by

Jalal Ali