A Work Of Art

You add gold to the frame.
Maybe you sell it,and it earns lots of fame.
Brush stroke by brush stroke,you create it all again.

Maybe for fame,fortune or gain.
You dip the color into the brush.
You take your time,never rush.

Would you paint a woman’s silhouette?
Or maybe a french baguette?
Would you paint a sleeping cat?

Or maybe a self portrait.
The colors dance in harmony together.
The piece can last for an year or forever.

The colors fuse,and some battles lose.
Hours later,you look at your end result.
You look at its gold frame.

And you hope to get for it,lots of fame.
Would you paint a future,oh so bright?
Or the dark,starry skies at night?

Would you perhaps paint a picture of me?
Maybe a painting of you and me?
Perhaps one painting would be a sun and moon.

The colors fuse,and work of art comes out soon.
Perhaps the end result will be full of grace.
Maybe it will be full of fair or face.

So many mediums out there.
So how could you resist?
Pencils,markers.

Paints and shells.
You paint on a rainy day with snails.
Or maybe a cold winter night.

You paint your woes and don’t feel fright.
Almighty,all artists aren’t the same.
Even if we share the same name.

You trap your woes inside your ink or paint.
People look and in awe they faint.
Will it be red,gold or silver paint?

Or is it simply fate?
Will others also relate?
As I put food onto my plate?

Brush stroke by brush stroke.
Open a can of paint.
And make it so that people relate.

Fancy brushes or not.
To paint is not that hard!
Just grab your canvas and swipe.

And soon you’ll take flight.
Almighty artists around the world.
It turns and spins.

They are one of the kindest beings.
I hope you can also relate.
Because holding my brush was my fate.