"Canvas of Souls"

In the canvas of life, each soul holds a brush,

Every human, an artist in the hush.

With strokes unseen, and colors untold,

A masterpiece of stories, silently unfold.

No canvas is blank, no spirit without hue,

Every journey, a palette, every choice, a view.

The world is a gallery, diverse and grand,

Each person, a creator, shaping the sand.

In the rhythm of hearts, an artistic beat,

A symphony of life, both bitter and sweet.

Brushstrokes of laughter, shadows of pain,

A portrait of existence, a unique refrain.

Some paint with words, a poet's delight,

Crafting verses that dance in the moonlight.

Others sculpt feelings, in the clay of emotion,

Creating sculptures that stir like an ocean.

Musicians compose with notes in the air,

A melody that resonates, beyond compare.

Dancers express, with bodies in motion,

Their artistry, a captivating potion.

Every smile, a stroke of kindness portrayed,

Every tear, an emotion carefully laid.

In the tapestry of time, woven and spun,

Each thread a story, by the artist, begun.

No two canvases alike, nor stories the same,

Every human, a creator in life's grand game.

For in every breath and every heartbeat,

Lies the artistry of life, profound and sweet.

So embrace the artist within, let it soar,

For every human is an art form to adore.

In the gallery of existence, where we play,

Each brushstroke unique, in our own special way.