In the silent whispers of a painted dream,
Art breathes life into the shadows of our soul,
A dance of colors on a canvas stream,
Where heart and mind find their eternal goal.

Through sculptures carved from ancient stone,
The stories of time begin to unfold,
Each chisel mark, a tale of its own,
A timeless narrative of the brave and bold.

In melodies that soar through the air,
Art sings the songs of joy and despair,
A symphony of emotions laid bare,
Binding us all in a harmonious prayer.

So let us cherish this gift so divine,
In every brushstroke, every line,
For art is the language that intertwines,
The essence of humanity, forever to shine.