Trees, clouds, bloody nature
Just beauty is all you see
The world ready to be instilled on paper
To be observed readily.
Not just the fond wondering landscape
Picture postcard treat from your mind
But anything where people could relate,
Not just the sweetness refined.
The horrors of war, or fleeting love,
More subjects to shake a stick at
You crank out more about the heavens above
Watching your reams of work grow fat.