The artist set up his easel and paints.
His eyes began to drink in the landscape.
The mountains penetrated from the Earth.
They stood proud, pointing up to a blue sky.
He decided to capture the sky first.
He had shades of blue dancing together.
They were melding to create the color.
Then he dipped his brush in the white and grey.
He began depicting the clouds above.
He imitated their curves and softness.
The sky embraces the whole world with love.
It brings us to life with its caresses.
The rough mountains stood erect and waiting.
Each one had unique and chiseled features.
The artist's eyes memorized all the grooves.
There was so much beauty in their roughness.
The rugged mountains were both grey and blue.
It became difficult to distinguish.
They seemed to become one on the canvas.
The artist was unsure of what to do.
Then it struck the artist that they were one.
All labels and distinctions were human.
Nature knows all things as simply nature.
God sees creation just as creation.
So, he gave up all his worry and care.
He let the colors play on the canvas.
They were making love and creating life.
When it was done, he heard a newborn's cry.
