On every busy street.
In homes and cars you see,
a world of perfect paintings,
each marching to a beat.

A masters work it takes,
to make something so great.
Where no one is the same,
Except maybe by name.

Paintings tall and wide,
some small with more detail,
than those made huge,
with wide open spaces.

Yet all paintings stand,
as sights to be praised.
Made Regal and perfect,
In their own unique ways.

These paintings may change,
their color or their shape
They still remain a work of art,
for beauty has no shame.

© J.L.D