In the heart of ancient echoes, whispers softly rise,
A canvas painted new, beneath the morning skies.
Renaissance unfurls its wings, a phoenix from the past,
Reviving art and passion, a symphony to last.

From ashes cold and silent, emerges vibrant flame,
The world reborn in color, no longer bound by shame.
Minds alight with wonder, exploring realms untold,
A dance of thoughts and visions, in hues of red and gold.

With every brushstroke tender, and every sculpted line,
The soul of man awakens, to realms of the divine.
The stars align in chorus, with melodies so sweet,
As intellect and beauty, in harmony do meet.

Thus dawns the age of splendor, where shadows fade away,
A renaissance of spirit, that turns the night to day.
In this rebirth of glory, we find our truest grace,
A testament to human will, and the eternal chase.