Poetry Trial #1

Just thought I'd give a try at working up some random short writings once again. I dedicate this one to my best friend.

The Artist I Know

The artist I know holds the world in her hands.
In her practice, today or tomorrows are never the same.
For her eyes are always searching the lands.
The creator within remains ever stirring;
I know her moments are restless, happy, and sad.

The beauty I see in the artist I know is uncommon yet so;
The world remains helpless to know.
Yet the talent I know does my belief sow.
And the greatness is sure to follow in tow.