The gust of a strong wind

that bursts through the trees

a melody puts

the musician at ease


Like floodwaters ravished

by dry thirsty land

is a poet in motion

with pen in his hand


A swift rushing river

of fresh melted snow

the bush of a painter

the colors, they flow


A glimpse of the lover

the heart feels the rapture

the click of a camera

beauty is captured


As a new mother clings

to the child that is born

an artist holds tightly

to the creation he formed

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