Standing here, I can only imagine
If at my side were my companion
With shortness of breath
I’d exclaim my protest,
“Quick, this scene begs expression.”
Himself an artist, indeed, the Painter
Apt to show the beauty at the Center
Though often quite subtle
And to me a bit muddled
Deftly his work portrays it's Splendor.
“Place this in a picture,” I’d say.
As would Van Gogh, Renoir, or Monet!”
He’d breath a happy sigh
And, softly, he’d reply,
“No need, my friend - it’s already that way.”