When Orchids Bloom

A poet writes, the universe in rhyme,
Each word a star, eternal, out of time.
He paints with sound, a melody of skies,
A song that wakes the wonder in our eyes.

A painter’s brush ignites a sacred flame,
Each stroke a dream, no canvas stays the same.
He breathes his soul, and colors start to sing,
And we believe in beauty that they bring.

They inspire, they set our spirits free,
Like a river flowing endlessly.
From their hearts, the light begins to bloom,
And orchids rise within the soul’s own room.

Their gift is more than fleeting, passing art,
It plants a seed inside the human heart.
With every line, with every shade they weave,
They teach us how to dream, how to believe.

They inspire, they set our spirits free,
Like a river flowing endlessly.
From their hearts, the light begins to bloom,
And orchids rise within the soul’s own room.

And when the world feels dark, they show the way,
Through music, words, and colors’ bright ballet.
Their voices lift us higher than the skies,
Their magic lives wherever orchids rise.

They inspire, they set our spirits free,
Like a river flowing endlessly.
From their hearts, the light begins to bloom,
And orchids rise… when artists find their truth.

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Here's a link to the song:

https://disk.yandex.ru/d/yFHy1_EWpup3mA