In the quiet halls where shadows play,
A canvas breathes with colors vast,
Each stroke a dance, a bright ballet,
Whispering tales from the forgotten past.

The artist’s hand, both firm and kind,
Shapes the dreams of a nation’s heart,
In every hue, a story lined,
A masterpiece that sets apart.

Through eyes that see the world anew,
A vision bold, both fierce and free,
The spirit of a culture true,
Captured in vibrant tapestry.

Oh, timeless brush, in you we find,
The essence of our hopes and fears,
A legacy that binds and binds,
Across the canvas of the years.