In the quiet whispers of a painter’s dream,
Colors leap and dance with a vibrant gleam.
Each stroke a story, each hue a song,
A world reborn where we all belong.

Brushes glide across the canvas wide,
Revealing secrets the heart can’t hide.
In shades of blue and gold they weave,
A tapestry of wonders we choose to believe.

Sculptors carve with hands that mold,
Breathing life into marble cold.
With every chisel, a vision takes flight,
From silent stone to endless light.

In the halls of creativity, we find our voice,
In art’s embrace, we make our choice.
To see the world through a different lens,
And let imagination be our closest friend.