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?
See and hear this life so real
Deeply sensing the art of it
Knowing to be 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 that the clouds did 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 world 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
Would be a task never to cease
So men pray and work away
The artless moments of each day
Modem architecture of mankind
Makes it harder 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 has been all around
Men have worked and tried to succeed
To create the art each soul does need
No man could ever near duplicate
Such art as the Master can create