How Did This Get Made?

In the realm of creation, where dreams take flight,

There lies a tale of wonders, bathed in a mystical light.

Oh, pray tell, how did this get made?

A question that echoes in the curious brigade.

From the depths of inspiration, where muses reside,

Ideas simmer and dance, as passion cannot hide.

Whispers of imagination, in the artist's mind,

Gathered fragments of thought, they start to unwind.

Like a serenade of colors, on a painter's canvas,

Miracles hidden in ink, on a writer's manuscript.

This creation, born from a vision's embrace,

Awakens from slumber, with enchanting grace.

It began with a spark, a flicker in the night,

A seed of creation, planted to take flight.

Nurtured by dedication, and relentless pursuit,

This journey of forging wonder, never to refute.

Through the ebbs and flows, of the creative tide,

Collisions of passion, where brilliance does reside.

The hands that crafted, tirelessly at play,

Shaping the ephemeral, into a tangible array.

Oh, how did this get made, you humbly inquire,

In humble reverence, let me now inspire.

Through the hands of the master, through tireless toil,

This creation emerged, buoyed by fervent soil.

For art is woven, in the tapestry of time,

A reflection of humanity, both profound and prime.

Through the depths of emotion, explored and laid bare,

This creation blossomed, breathing life in the air.

So, let us revel in the mysteries untold,

As artists sculpt wonders, stories yet unfold.

From the depths of passion, and a fiery zeal,

This creation, my dear, is truly surreal.

A testament to the magic, that lies at our core,

How did this get made? Let wonder explore.

Through the alchemy of heart, and the artist's soul,

This creation, my friend, has taken its role.

By Debbi Gunda