I started drawing about 4 years ago once I met my husband. I never knew I had this gift. I never even remember drawing much at all as a child. Perhaps this activity was depressed in me after I got a spanking for coloring on the walls when I was 2 years old. (I do not remember this, I was just told the story).
Here is a little sketch of a flower that is one one of my favorite pants, along with a short poem.
The poem reads:
Spring times bloom petals.
Flowering colors and beauty.
Unimaginable.
The birds and the bees dance around their esteem.
Their Creator looks down at them all, and smiles.
He is pleased with their works well done.
He is the ultimate artist.
