trees

flowers

grass

a garden

beauty

you stand back and admire

a picture, complete

but, interested, you step closer to really see

and it's just one big mess

the portrait of life you found so captivating

nothing more than dabs of paint

use of color

shades and manufactured colors

spots flung on quickly

quickly with care

made purposefully to be blurry

for when you see the picture

you're looking hard

but you can never quite grasp the whole

the meaning behind it

and it makes you wonder-

close up or far away-

which way were you supposed to see it?

do you get it?

do you see?

dabs of paint, to form

trees

flowers

grass

a garden

but it's so much more than that.