CRAFTY

The craft of art, is a labor of love,

A creation born, from the depths above.

It's a song, that's sung, with a brush or a pen,

A symphony, that's played, with a stroke and then.

It's a dance, that's performed, with a splash of hue,

A drama, that's acted, with a stroke or two.

It's a mirror, that reflects, our deepest fears,

And a window, that opens, to our brightest years.

Art is a voice, that speaks, when words are not enough,

It's a heart, that beats, when life gets rough.

It's a light, that shines, in the darkest of days,

A hope, that stays, even when it fades.

The craft of art, is a sacred thing,

A bridge, that connects, the hand and the mind.

It's a journey, that takes us, to distant lands,

And a haven, that brings us, to peaceful strands.

So let us cherish, this gift from above,

And nurture the art, that we hold so dear.

For it's a treasure, that will always be there,

A gift, that will endure, forever and always, with care.