Ghibli art( a lost gem)

A diamond lost in modern streets,

Centuries-old art sold in market beats.

A craft that colored our childhood's page,

Now fades to gray, its vibrancy caged.

In days of old, stories took flight,

Ghibli art brought dreams to life's light.

Tales leaped from pages, illustrations told,

Each story spoke, its voice never to grow old.

But now, that Ghibli art, a treasure rare,

Is sold for pennies, without a care.

AI's dark hand has stolen art's gentle touch,

Leaving Japan's artists with a heartfelt clutch.

Do they not crave forgiveness, a plea to make?

For Ghibli's roots, a lament, a sorrow to partake?

We ask ourselves, is this truly right?

Can art's disdain be justified, day or night?

The artist who crafted Ghibli, long ago,

Never knew a modern era would its beauty forego.

He couldn't foresee his art, once full of light,

Would fade to darkness, lost in endless night.