Painting

One more stroke,
and I shall be done.
The finished project,
oh such a one.
I never knew that the
beauty he created for me,
would be one I could paint
for all to see.

Such bright shining light,
from our beckoning sun,
to clear the dark cold night,
another wonderful day begun.

Purples, reds, greens and blues
and many other wonderful hues.
Beauty is not just in the eye of the beholder,
surrounding our very nature could not be bolder.
(I tried to hard to get a rhyme )

I stink at poetry, and started to write about the artist finishing this painting and for some reason a poem popped out. I should leave poetry to Brenda and Michele.