I have seen the artist's hand in the beauty of warm clear summer sun rise.
Working with his pallette of pinks and blues and purples as he paints the morning skies.

I have seen the artist's Craftmanship in autumn's  painted leaves.
And I can feel the artist touch upon me  in the summer's gentle breeze.

I see the artist's skill in all the many colors of a wood duck drake.
Like he'd been painted just that morning and is still drying as he floats upon the lake.

I see the creativity of...