In the quiet corners of our land,
Where dreams and visions take their stand,
A brush, a pen, a voice so grand,
Crafts the tales of time and sand.

With colors bright and shadows deep,
In every stroke, the stories seep,
Of cultures rich and promises to keep,
In art’s embrace, our spirits leap.

Through melodies and verses sung,
The heart of nations ever young,
In every note, a future sprung,
By the artist’s hand, we’re all among.

In halls of fame, their names reside,
A beacon strong, a nation’s pride,
In art’s vast sea, we sail and glide,
Inspired by those who never hide.