Grave Poem

His brush told
Stories we still hear
From what we see,
Beauty!
Greatness!

Earth has lost
A friend of nature,
Heaven be kind,
Like he
to art.

We don’t need
To live forever,
We need chances,
He had,
He took

Vanity
Is e’rything we own,
You still have time;
Painter
Is gone

Wildkhard [TA]