Upon the canvas, dreams take flight,
Colors dance in pure delight.
Each stroke a whisper, soft and bright,
An artist’s heart in hues of night.

With every shade, a story told,
In vibrant reds and muted gold.
The soul’s reflection, brave and bold,
A timeless tale in frames of old.

Through trials faced and battles fought,
The brush conveys what words cannot.
Emotions deep in pigments caught,
A masterpiece from mind distraught.

So let us gaze and understand,
The world created by their hand.
An artist’s gift, so finely planned,
A universe in colors spanned.