With every stroke, a story unfolds,
A world in lines and shadows bold.
The sketch begins, a whisper of dreams,
In graphite whispers and ink streams.

The paper breathes with life anew,
As visions form from shades of blue.
A silent dance, an artist’s hand,
Creates a universe, grand and grand.

Each curve, each bend, a tale to tell,
In every mark, emotions swell.
Through charcoal depths and pastel gleam,
The canvas sings, a painter’s theme.

From blank expanse to vivid scene,
The art of drawing, serene, pristine.
A testament to human soul,
In every sketch, we find our role.