The Painter

Glowing blossoms open wide

Bursts of brilliance touch the sky

Here below I stand amazed

As if they're singing songs of praise

Raindrops slide down petals pink

How they draw me, how they sing

Of One who paints the landscapes bright

Creating wonder, awe and life

If you notice you will see

The Master's splendid artistry


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"Every song that I write comes from my own personal experience.  i believe the role of an artist is to interpret reality through a system of beliefs and a long-term seeking of truth, in your own life and in the world at large."  Dan Folgelberg

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