Art Museum

Where creativity flows, and imaginations run wild.
Where colors explode, and things come alive.
Where old and new collide, and ancient and future combine.
Where paints slid together with stone, and jewels turn to drawings.
Where words fly off the page and objects travel through time.
Where styles and tastes align, and dreams come out to play.
Where darkness and light flight, and also create.
Where sizes are changed, and shapes are stretched.
Where your mind is in ahh and your heart is in wonder.
Where myths are real and legends are true.
Where make-believe fills you, and fairy tales are around you.
Where nature is beautiful and man made is not.
Where flowers are always in bloom, but winter is there too.
Where history is among you, and showing you the way.
Where you never change, but still grow old.
Where you question your sanity, and you wonder why.
Where views are amazing, and birds are singing.
Where some are quiet and thoughtful, and other are loud and insane.
Where you come in one way, and come out another.
Where things are weird and things are so true.
Where things will make you sick, and other cured.
Where you rectangle and never throw away.
Where depth is needed, and lightness is too.
Where details are wanted, but simple is there as well.
Where you wish to see more, but have to move too.
Where differences are not true and unique is what is around.
Where categories do not exist, and we are all alike.
Where backward is there, and forward is not.
Where artists want to fill your heart with love and joy.

Guardian

A guardian, aged with wisdom.
A child, a young free soul.
An autumn, a swirl of colors.
A dress, pretty and bright.
A jacket, dull and worn.
To work, is what we all have to do
To play, is what we all want to do.