Today on an island . Motors roar on the lake.

Far away across the water. Cars speed by.

A breeze drowns our the world. Hush, hush, hush. It smooths and waves gentle cattails.

I used to paint. Absorbing the colors and shapes Into my being.Capturing beauty with my fingers.

Now I strive To put it into words.To plant it in the Depths of my mind.

But truth be told Neither words.

Nor pictures.

Can save it forever.