Along these fields tired workers will thrive,      
Where old men lay back in natural shades                
Theorizing ardently so alive,                                
And blossoming youth promenades proudly .            
The artist captures colors not to fade;                        
Brush strokes immortalize the passing clouds    
And the summer flowers before they wilt.                  

Where innocence strolls beneath umbrellas            
During days of warm delightful weather.              
As laughter rings out in a cappella                            
When summer blends her colors together.      
His wife's ribbons flutter like a plumule;              
His son quietly waits for time to glide.                      
No worries these memories will amass.                    

While pensive poets bequest their muse                      
For expression and impression combined,                  
Natural beauty might often impel                          
Warm hearted dreams of continuous sort.                
On canvas a riot of colors blind,                              
Observant eyes rest upon tranquil scene.                        
Monet's impression paints spirits at peace.