Can you see the colors of life,
As seen by myself and my wife,
As we sense it to be our duty,
To observe and admire the beauty?
Can you smell, and taste, and feel,
And see, and hear, this life so real?
Deeply sensing the art of it,
Knowing you are a part of it.
Can you plainly contemplate,
The art for which to appreciate,
Beyond this world of human woe,
As novice creations of humans grow?
Can you see the redwood tree,
The flowers and the shrubbery?
See the nearby clear blue sky,
Away, above the earth so high.
Can you feel the sun, so warm?
See the rain clouds, as they swarm.
Can you feel the rain, so wet?
See the rainbow at sunset.
Can you hear the rushing stream?
See the light of a bright sunbeam,
Shining into the grassy hill,
Seeming never to get its fill.
Can you taste the sweet brown honey?
See the fresh fruit, grown in plenty,
The apples and the ripened peach,
A flaming sun shines down to reach.
Can you smell the scent of flowers?
See the tall vast mountain towers,
Smell the scent of a sea breeze.
See the seagull it does please.
Can you hear the waves on shore?
See the mighty pelican soar.
Hear the ancient ocean roar,
As it feeds the clouds that pour.
Can you smell the evergreen?
See the clear blue sky serene.
Smell the orchid in the wind.
See the newborn life begin.
Can you feel the warmth of sand?
See the sunlight warm the land.
Feel the warmth of a lover’s hand.
See her smile, as to understand.
Can you taste the mountain springs?
Sense its soul, as a robin sings.
Taste the kiss of a loving friend.
Sense the love that does attend.
Can you see the nourished ground,
As the fertile rain comes down?
See it quench its patient thirst,
Thankful for the clouds that burst.
Can you hear the cool creek crawl,
Over the crooked canyon wall?
Hear the echoing canyon call,
As the water does tumble and fall.
Can you feel the faint wind blow,
As it passes, gentle and slow?
See the wild grass in the fields,
As to the wind, it gently yields.
Can you see this great gallery,
So priceless in its majesty?
Feel the joy of daily living.
Know the value it is giving.
Can you see this work of art,
A creation void of any start,
Forever changing and evolving,
As the earth keeps on revolving?
The seasons show new masterpieces,
As the great talent, forever increases;
The artist strives for form and color,
Painting each day as like no other.
To try and copy the original piece,
It would be a task, never to cease;
And so men pray, and work away,
The artless moments of each day.
Modern architecture of mankind,
Makes it difficult for us to find,
The wonders of creation to extol,
A cataract blindness of the soul.
Throughout the galleries of the universe,
We hope disaster could not be worse,
Than in the one where came the birth
Of the sorrowful critics upon the earth.
The feeble attempts of human minds,
Of temporal temples and neon signs,
Fall short of the gallery where can be found,
Works by the artist who’s been all around.
Men have worked and tried to succeed,
To create the art each soul does need;
But no man could ever near duplicate,
Such art as the Master can create.