The essence of art is everywhere within this wondrous, wild world, a golden canvas unrivaled in beauty,
The sound of breathing, the glorious anthem of our existence,
The sun and the sky act as a banner for all,
To see beyond a plain or a cliff or just the big and the small,
The kindness and sacrifice of many to help others like tending to a fire,
To envision our dreams, or looking around, taking a moment to admire,
Our nature vivid, various as the stars in the sky,
Glitters like a masterpiece even if through a malicious lie,
An eternal tapestry depicting the glory of people’s’ light,
Divinity cannot truly be named to a god of whom we have no sight,
Rather life itself is holy where one life holds many paths,
From the lowest speck of dirt to the ineffable, the divinity of art lies within all,
Even if the most triumphant towers collapse the beauty of life will never fall,
Those moments in life where one walks through a golden field,
Or those moments one is saved or saves acting as an indestructible shield,
For every person has a bit of goodness which strengthens life as a whole,
No matter how small, strong, or superb everyone has a role,
The unseen sight that lies beyond cannot be seen as salvation,
For the wondrous sights, the torches that light life, let one be thankful for creation,
To the depths of the sea to what lies beyond the sky life changes with a flair,
Standing with pride despite the sorrow of tomorrow we dare,
The darkness of the living or the embodiment of evil may cause wrath,
However a new era is tomorrow, we move on like water flowing through a field,
The creation of life, a cornucopia of treasures without yield,
An everlasting flame the lives of many glow and keep everything bright,
Through millenia and throughout hardships one can see humankind’s might,
Through where one sees dirt, another sees the magnificent foundation on which we stand,
To the tallest tree top, to triumphant trumpets, everything we live beside is grand,
Where fear and danger may exist, even a masterpiece can not be perfect as a whole,
While conflict may rise and challenge many, nothing is stronger than one’s soul,
For life is dictated not by one but by many, to rise and fall and to rise again is life’s ascending elegance.
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I really enjoyed reading this and I loved the imagery. I could picture everything you were describing.