Painter

An artist seated and at work,

A vision boundless, a soul that soars,

With brush in hand, imagination unfurled,

Creating dreams in this wondrous world.

The canvas, a portal to realms unknown,

Where colors dance and stories are sown,

Each stroke, a whisper of the artist's heart,

Transcending boundaries, tearing them apart.

With steady hand and eyes ablaze,

The artist weaves tales in vibrant haze,

A tapestry of dreams, both wild and rare,

Breathing life into a world laid bare.

In hues of gold and shades of blue,

The artist's passion shines right through,

Emotions captured, a silent symphony,

In strokes of joy, in moments of agony.

A masterpiece blooms, born from the core,

Of an artist's spirit, longing to explore,

To share the beauty that only they see,

And ignite the fire in hearts set free.

In solitude, they find solace deep,

A sanctuary where their dreams can leap,

They paint the world with love and grace,

Leaving an indelible mark, a lasting trace.

So let them be, these artists brave,

With spirits fierce and souls engraved,

For they bring magic to this earthly plane,

An artist seated and at work, their legacy shall remain.