Artistry is the eye of the mind
With the golden hills and sunlight behind
the pencil you use to carve from your mind

And with it take insight of your soul
the drawings of which burn inside like coal
The individuality and creatvity shine through

Take your paper and pencil in hand
and create the world with such lush land
give birth to expansive green skys
or intensly the shade of red ground
it starts as a creative mound

and turns to a mountain
and grows to a planet
and expands to a universe
which explodes into a galaxy
and then becomes something so small
with such things so tall
fantasy and reality in all

and close the pages on your life
the art of which shows no strife
put down the pencil in hand
crumble the paper with such lush land
Grab a new piece
and start again
each so indifferent and new
that only as such could come from you