The World's Artistic Wheel Poem by Sandra Feldman

I feel things very deeply,
I can't help being that way,
And what I feel, I have to say
In the most sincerest way.

Only Art makes us live, only Art,
If not for artistic creation,
We would be just an abomination,
A machine that kills at will,
That cannot tell itself apart,
From a wild animation, with no heart.

As we go thru time, the Artistic Wheel turns,
Creating what is most sublime in the human herd,
The evolution of Art, survives time in every nation,
Art comes from the heart, creating the illusion,
That we are more than just a fragile, bad conclusion.