Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the canvas of life, colors dance and sing,
A symphony of hues that never cease to bring.
Reds blaze like embers, greens whisper of the wild,
Yellows burst forth, a sun that never will be stilled.
The strokes are bold, a rebellion of the brush,
A canvas alive with the soul's deepest rush.
Each line a story, each hue a whispered plea,
For freedom, for passion, for what could be.
The abstract forms, they speak of the unseen,
Of dreams that linger, of the heart's unseen.
The viewer becomes the canvas, the art,
Transformed by the colors, by the heart's own start.
For in this painting, we find our own truth,
A mirror of the soul, a path to youth.
The Prismatic Sovereign reigns, a beacon bright,
Guiding us through the night, into the light.