I love museums that house priceless art,
Strolling quiet galleries transports us,
To worlds masterfully rendered by minds,
That can enhance our vision of the world.
Gaze at a worthy work of art awhile,
And it will speak to you in its own tongue,
It will engage your senses, feelings, mind,
Plant fertile seeds that blossom later on.
But nature too can reach us with her art,
As she inspires artists, poets, you, me,
All around us, all the time, day, and night,
If we but take the time to stop and look.
Lanscapes we notice, sunsets from the beach,
Crystaline pine trees on white winter roads,
Faraway nebula through Hubble's eye,
Earth's blue-white image as seen from the moon.
Her subtler art is also all around,
Sometimes sculpted in moments, like a snowflake,
Some worked for ages by oceans, rivers,
Glaciers, or desert sand blown by the wind.
Whether wrought by intelligent design,
Or mere happenstance devoid of intent,
Nature reigns supreme in art great and small,
A living fine art museum for all.