In the canvas of time, colors blend and sway,
Each stroke a memory, each hue a day.
Art breathes life into moments gone,
Painting dreams from dusk till dawn.
Life is a dance of shadows and light,
An endless gallery, a boundless sight.
Through highs and lows, we craft our tale,
With brushes of hope, through calm and gale.
The sculptor’s hand shapes fragile clay,
Molding whispers of what we say.
In every form, a story concealed,
In every curve, the soul revealed.
Art and life, forever entwined,
A masterpiece of heart and mind.
Together they sing, together they cry,
A symphony beneath the sky.