Graffiti or art well who is to tell
For when you need a drink you go to a wellÂ
Scribbles on walls or curves made from lines
Majestic visions of unsociable crimes
For bricks and mortar have little to say
Except for the safety that they bring our way
So what is the harm and why all the fuss
If someone with talent leaves a thought to discuss
For surely a picture is truly fine art
Whose real life value just comes from the heart
There are all sorts of visions just look around
As nature she paints them right out of the ground
Though sometimes we only see weeds…..
Soaring amidst the dewdrops
Of a morning breath
I etch the many colours
That on my eyes do rest
With strokes of sweeping wonder
The sky I dress with clouds
While scattered around me
The hues of shade so proud
The flowers wave in motion
As on the breeze they dance
While I paint a scene of wonder
I caught this day by chance
It only took a waking
To see this world anew
And paint an Angels blessing
To send with love to you….
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