In strokes of paint and sculpted form,
We find a voice, a spirit warm,
Through colors bright and shadows deep,
Art awakens souls from sleep.
A canvas speaks, a silent song,
Of histories past and futures long,
Each brush a whisper, each hue a tale,
In art, the heart will never fail.
Sculptures stand, in timeless grace,
Capturing moments, in still embrace,
From marble cold to clay so soft,
Art lifts the soul, it sets us aloft.
In music’s notes and dance’s sway,
Art tells us what words can’t say,
A universal language, bold and free,
Art is the essence of you and me.