Temple Art

Temple Art

As the sky beams with fresh spring light,and summer’s haze drifts warm and slow,the temple art awakens—alive within the garden’s glow.

It cries out hooray in silent praise,in colors bold, in whispers deep;a sacred song through shifting days,where beauty wakes and shadows sleep.

From autumn leaves that fall in graceto winter’s breath, both crisp and still,it holds a mystic, frantic pulse—a timeless work, a living will.