| This Poem was written for and dedicated to the Family of Jerome Bushyhead may he ride the winds of eternity, and may his family be blessed forever. |
| "Artist of the Wind" Creation in motion...the heart of one man, with creative paints and inks in his hand. Captured in his spirit...a beautiful world, listen - you'll hear it, he's left it unfurled. Artist of the wind -painter of the earth, blessed with new colors...blessed with new birth. When I see the leaves of Autumn turn gold and the rainbows of bright, with colors of bold... When winter brings forth it's crystals of white and the trees blossom and grow in new height, we'll take comfort in knowing, Artist of the Wind, that the heavens sent the best they could send. Artist of the wind...enjoy your great ride! All is touched by the wind, nothing can hide. One hundred shades of red and the same in black, your colors, my friend...will never fade or lack. An artist's dream is for the world to see, all that can be of one's heart when set free. Paint the mountains, paint the skies, the trees, the waters and the butterflies. When the world awakes, when it sleeps at night, the Artist of the wind paints it all just right. Your job is huge. You have the world and beyond, to bless each day with your artistical wand. Beauty of the spirit can be found in the wind. |
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| Spiritual color is everywhere... and it lies in the vision of mankind! May you find it and store it up! |
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