Analysis of Artist Without Name

Three children playing hide and seek,
with hands they shield their eyes.
Though colors from above them peek,
see not their painted skies.

Behind the mighty oak they stand,
continue with their game.
Beside them, one with brush in hand.
An artist with no name.

The children’s laughter fills the air,
to artist, blessed sound.
Run freely do without a care.
They scream as each is found.

Fall back on summer’s grass, the three,
magnificent the skies.
The art of painter do not see,
blind innocence in eyes.

So many moons have come and passed.
The little ones have grown.
No longer run in fields of grass,
look up at skies unknown.

As they outgrow the games of youth,
awaken like sunrise.
Start seeing strokes of golden truth
above in painted skies.

Though colors in some spots did fade,
still masterpiece to claim.
For love, the strokes which brush had made
by artist without name.