In the heart of every land, where art and spirit meet,
A national artist stands, with vision so complete.
They paint with colors bold, and sculpt with hands divine,
They capture stories old, in every crafted line.

Through music, dance, and prose, their legacy takes flight,
They weave a tapestry, of history and light.
With passion in their veins, and fire in their soul,
They make the mundane grand, and make the broken whole.

Their works are timeless gems, that echo through the years,
They speak of joy and pain, of laughter and of tears.
They hold a mirror up, to show us who we are,
And guide us through the dark, like a steadfast star.

So let us honor them, these guardians of our lore,
For they enrich our lives, and open every door.
In every stroke and note, in every word they write,
National artists shine, a beacon in the night.