From between your raised hips, I see you with my spyglass, you're such a pretty maiden. Hurry, up with the black flag, slide down my mast, fast, lie on your backside sweet lady, this will last forever.
Blue canvas Smudged with Patterned clouds Streaks of light Kisses the edges Golden hues Seen through Swaying trees Nature’s brush Still at work Perfecting the artwork Evokes the beauty Enduring masterpiece Flights of fancy Fly towards beauty Millions of spectators Stupefied by brilliance