The Great Poet

You imagined for a new creation drew sketches on the wide canvas of creation your sketches are all alive through ages seems never to die, no death can touch canvas of your creation you sketched meadows, valley, mountain river, cascade, glacier, ocean, pond Everest mount and with infinite creation then sprinkled color of infinite emotions juxtaposition its evolution and its decay you gave them voice to sing their melody you also gave them pains, pleasures, love and peace. Oh, the great poet! your great imagery makes me to smile, laugh and weep.