
The craft of art, is a labor of love,
A creation born, from the depths above.
It's a song, that's sung, with a brush or a pen,
A symphony, that's played, with a stroke and then.
It's a dance, that's performed, with a splash of hue,
A drama, that's acted, with a stroke or two.
It's a mirror, that reflects, our deepest fears,
And a window, that opens, to our brightest years.
Art is a voice, that speaks, when words are not enough,
It's a heart, that beats, when life gets rough.
It's a light, that shines, in the darkest of days,
A hope, that stays, even when it fades.
The craft of art, is a sacred thing,
A bridge, that connects, the hand and the mind.
It's a journey, that takes us, to distant lands,
And a haven, that brings us, to peaceful strands.
So let us cherish, this gift from above,
And nurture the art, that we hold so dear.
For it's a treasure, that will always be there,
A gift, that will endure, forever and always, with care.


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