He is an artist that sees the world's hue
From darks to lights and most everything new
His soul that views the creativity
In nature itself and reality
The creative design that grasp his view
On buildings and towers and bridges too
He perceives the world with color and light
So that he can draw the art at midnight
The quill creates once ink touches paper
Shall it create an image far greater
Whilst orchestrating his great masterpiece
Shall it become a huge public release
He architects art from his point of view
Shall it hang one day in France, in the Louvre
He is an artist, yet not perfect still
Shall one day, Month, or year, please you he will