In colors bright and shapes profound,
Art speaks without a sound.
It tells the tales of human souls,
And mends the hearts that life controls.

Through brush and pen, through dance and song,
It shows us where we all belong.
A mirror to our inner strife,
Reflecting joys and wounds of life.

In every stroke, in every line,
The essence of our hearts combine.
A timeless dance, a silent plea,
For beauty in our world to see.

So cherish art in every form,
For in its arms, our spirits warm.
It binds us all, both near and far,
The glowing light, our guiding star.