Regardless of the season, life moves forward, like an untiring river

Regardless of the season, life moves forward, like an untiring river, The artist as well, a small yet shining light in a dark world, We give meaning to our lives through the art we create, through beauty and truth, But our expectations should be, perhaps, beyond the final leap. God left us on Earth with this divine talent, Telling us not to bury it, not to forget it on a dusty shelf, To let it bloom, to rise like the sun after a long night, Years ago, seeing the pride of famous painters, I feared celebrity. I asked God to place me in famous galleries only when I would be humble, Perhaps I haven't reached the threshold of humility, but He loves me greatly, And that means everything to me, this love that warms my soul, God loves me immensely, and in return, I offer my paintings to the world. Like a rare flower that opens in the gentle light of morning, I give my art to the world, without expecting recognition, Knowing that one day, when I least expect it, God will make me known, in His mysterious and profound way. I never give up, I step with an open heart, Toward unknown horizons, guided by the inner light, For regardless of the season, life moves forward, And we, small lights, continue to shine, to give meaning to existence through art.