The painter paints
Lays oil upon his canvas
Sees further than the sky
His aim never wanes
His picture only to be
For life, for liveliness
To have a new edge
Such that you and I
Can wonder more
At the world about us
My words though to stay
Are by compare
So swift; here, and then away
No pause to escape delay
In sands of time perhaps
But for now; a poem for this day
