In the quiet glow of morning light,Brushstrokes whisper tales untold,Colors dance in silent flight,A story of dreams begins to unfold.
The canvas breathes with every hue,Each stroke a heartbeat, soft and true,As shadows play and merge anew,The world within comes into view.
In the painter’s hand, time stands still,A moment captured, a fleeting thrill,With every shade, a heart to fill,The magic of creation, a gentle will.
As the evening fades into night,The painting rests in tranquil grace,A tapestry of light and sight,A timeless echo in an endless space.