"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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