Nature is an artist, her skill unsurpassed.
A canvas hangs above us where blobs of white are cast.
The palest blue is background, with a golden blaze of light,
Which tinges all her pictures suspended in my sight.
Her palette she replenished with every shade of green,
And then she splashed the contents to show where she had been.
Last night she mixed her colours of the brightest , gold and red,
And then she changed my pictures to Autumn scenes instead.
The Tate may draw the tourist who understands the skill,
And paintings may fetch millions, connoisseurs may trill.
But nature's skill outshines them. I've masters by the score.
Her brush is always busy, I could not ask for more.
Angela Atkin.
Thanks Angela - a super contribution and to Chris for the painting.