From a very young child,
Our world is styled,
With colours so bright and bold.
From the very first pencil we hold,
The artist is there to behold,
We never fit in a single mold.
Ideas spring forth from our mind,
So art cannot be defined.
Creativity comes in all different forms,
We watch as the world performs.

The artists palette and a splash of paint,
The world to expressions acquaint.
To a painter to paint on canvas or glass,
Each artwork improve and surpass.
The Mona Lisa a Masterpiece,
It’s memory never to cease.

To sculpt is another avenue,
Where creativity can flow through.
From the potters hand,
To a sculpture of sand,
And the unique statues of old,
Some create wonders untold.

Some have a talent to put on display,
Be it on a wall or walkway.
Our cities are patterned even under our feet,
And can be seen from street to street.
There are mosaics grand to brighten our day,
And yes, for this art we don’t have to pay.

There are many forms of art all around,
Just open your eyes – you’ll see it abound.
Yes Music and Dance,
Our lives do enhance.
From a theater outing to watch a play,
Or a picnic where nature her glory displays,
From writing a book,
To learning to cook.
A camera captures a different view,
Helping us see the world anew.
There is so much more that we could explore,
And classify as art that’s for sure.
Wherever you go, whatever you see,
Art makes you happy to be.

Poem by Sourcherry
Photographs from Pixabay