The Dawn of Art

His canvas was the rocky land;

His brushes were the winds and glow

Colored oils were bright and dark

And delicate as a flake of snow.

 

The wind swept swift and sure across

The waiting land and sea;

The colors splashed, were spilled and tossed

On every mountain, vale and lea.

 

Trees were green and clouds were white;

The sky was deep with blues.

The sun rose in a sea of gold

And flowers flaunted fairy hues.

 

Blasts of white, black and brown

Grazed in pastures Green;

Drank from brooks of sparkling silver;

Water, fresh, cool and clean.

 

Black, white, brown and yellow men

Tilled the virgin soil,

Singing golden words and tunes

To lighten their heavy toil.

 

The winds blew bubbles, forming stars;

The moon shone in her silver berth.

Then God sat back and smiled

And called His masterpiece the Earth!