"To the artist, 
the creative mind
makes the sea live or die,
the creative mind
makes the sea live or die,
real or imaginary; 
she is the master."
she is the master."
Paintings by Anna Christina R Rotor in the Grade School 
Flowers are red and yellow, 
trees are green, sky is blue;
true colors of pure thoughts,
colors of innocence, too.
Nature's curtain, let me count your ways: 
     waterfall of foaming white
     down a cliff of verdant green;
     stream in crystal shade and hue
    among rocks and trees;  
    sky red and gray at sunset, 
    yellow and orange at sunrise;
    black and gray before a storm,  
    dull and gray as rains pour;
   lightning in the darkness of night,
   pictures the world at rest;
   watershed, nature's wall of trees,
   life of lakes, mirror of the sky.
  the aurora - borealis in the north
  australis in the southern realm;
Nature's curtain, I haven't painted you enough.   
To the young, the sea plays among the rocks and children,
joyous in their games  and laughter;
To the grownups, it's tidal wave spawning on the shore,
in fear, warn of a coming disaster.   
To the artist, the creative mind makes the sea live or die,
real or imaginary, she is the master. ~  



 
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