In a quiet space where ideas bloom,
I pick up my tools to chase away gloom.
With a heart full of dreams, I start to craft,
Colors and shapes, like a joyful draft.
A canvas waits, all blank and bright,
Whispers of stories in morning light.
With each gentle stroke, the magic begins,
A world comes alive, where my heart spins.
Clay in my hands, soft and warm,
I shape the future, I bend and form.
With every small detail, my spirit sings,
Creating with love, oh the joy it brings!
Beads and threads, I tie and weave,
Patterns of memories, in hopes I believe.
With patience and care, I find my way,
Crafting my piece, day by day.
Each artwork tells a piece of my soul,
A journey of passion, a feeling of whole.
So here I will stand, proud of my heart,
In every creation, there lies my craft.
M.A.D. Works 