A river flows to reach the sea,
Not to race, just to be free.
It shapes the land in its own way,
Without the need to win the day.
A seed will bloom when the time is right,
Not to be best, just to see light.
It does not rush or chase the sky,
It simply grows, and that is why.
A song is sung, a story told,
Not for fame, not for gold.
Art is whole when it is real,
Not judged by how others feel.
The sun does not fight to shine the most,
The waves do not race along the coast.
Each finds its place, its time, its way,
Without the need to outshine the day.
So let your work be true and bright,
Not for the crowd, just for its light.
For art is whole when made with care,
Not to compete, just to be there.
Not to race, just to be free.
It shapes the land in its own way,
Without the need to win the day.
A seed will bloom when the time is right,
Not to be best, just to see light.
It does not rush or chase the sky,
It simply grows, and that is why.
A song is sung, a story told,
Not for fame, not for gold.
Art is whole when it is real,
Not judged by how others feel.
The sun does not fight to shine the most,
The waves do not race along the coast.
Each finds its place, its time, its way,
Without the need to outshine the day.
So let your work be true and bright,
Not for the crowd, just for its light.
For art is whole when made with care,
Not to compete, just to be there.