In the gentle strokes of morning light,
Lies the legacy, colors so bright.
A vision crafted with a tender hand,
Our national artist, a guide through the land.
With every hue, a story unfolds,
Tales of history, courage so bold.
In every shade, a memory we keep,
In their art, our spirits leap.
From dawnâs embrace to twilightâs end,
Their brush dances, creations transcend.
Each masterpiece a timeless song,
A melody where all belong.
In galleries vast, their whispers sing,
Echoes of dreams that forever cling.
Through their eyes, the world anew,
A tapestry of life, vivid and true.