What am I, if not art?

Nature is me

And what am I, If not art?

Raw and just existing,

Like a lone tree on a rough path.

Your poem need not rhyme.

Art need not be aesthetic.

It is but a way of life,

The image, in which God creates.

As much as it is science,

this universe is an art.

God’s design, so you can admire;

That admiration is an art.

The way you perceive this world;

That vision is an art.

When you feel worn-out, create;

For, creation is an art.

Moves you when you are stagnant;

To not give up is art.

Paint your tragedy in beautiful colors;

To craft an opportunity is art.

Don’t have to devise something new,

Just picking up the pieces of you;

giving them meaning is art.

And many yet don’t truly live

As living is an art.