Art L and D

(Verse 1) In the dark a spark, art begins its arc, From silent stark, a canvas marks its mark. Colors dance, bold stances in a glance, Life breathes, art seethes, in its advance. (Verse 2) But shadows fall, on the silent call, Art fades, shades, under a commercial pall. Yet from the ashes it will always rise, New strokes, fresh hopes, under open skies. (Verse 3) Echoes of creation fill the air, bright and bare, A cycle spun from everywhere, whispers of the rare. Each end's a prelude to new art's birth, Reviving with its worth, spanning globe and girth.(Verse 4) In the dance of light and loss, contrasts blend, From the depths of cost, new visions send. Art lives, dies, and boldly flies, From quiet demise to its sure reprise.