The artist leaves an impression luring
The voyer to something that's not precise,
Fires were soon to be insatiably roaring,
Oceans rippled with the dab of a brush.
Sun in the sky watches a burning field,
Casts depth to the oceans with every ray,
Crackling warmth within the art is sealed,
But faces change as it is neglected.
Atmosphere in the green field is turning,
Dark rumbling clouds add sound to the picture,
The flames move on, they cannot keep burning,
Now destroyed from fire; a lone empty house.
