Glory of Art

Look at the fingers playing across the strings of guitar
And them synchronizing with the lips over the flute
And holding and juggling the bow on violin or fiddle
And the fingers dancing on the keys of a piano
The tunes, the melody, the music it resonates
I can sense a skill, magic, art and song of its greatness.

I see a diver diving into the river and floating on it
Playing with the tides, flapping the hands and the feet
To go with a flow and reach the other end, a skill required
And in all this, there is an art and the glory of it.

A potter’s hands and its movements with the smell of clay
A footballer or cricketer or any player as they play
An artists’ pencil or a painter’s brush
Into the canvas, follows their hands’ playful way
The sun and the moon, the time and the nature
Their ritual of ending a night and calling upon a day
Everything has a form and a structure of its own
Anything golden or silver and the blues or grey
Life's an art there, from a birth to survival to death
All beings in this journey have shares of sorrow and that of joy
Its all spinnng round and round forming a cycle
Its itself a mix of art in science how the wheels rotate.
Each one's got a manner, a meaning, a beauty and how
Respect the difference, value the art, cheer its glory, is all I wanna say.