Monet sat beside the water,

Brush in hand, no need for fame.

He saw the light in silence shimmer,

And painted peace without a name.

Let the lilies speak for wonder,

Let the stillness make us see.

Don’t trade the soul for faster thunder,

Don’t drown the truth in circuitry.

A thousand songs, all sung by shadows,

Echo loud but say no more.

While quiet hands once shaped the cosmos,

Now we fake what art stood for.

Let the lilies speak for wonder,

Let the silence set us free.

Use the tools but not to plunder

Guard the gift of honesty.

So let us dream like Monet’s garden,

Eyes wide open, hearts still true.

For what we make is what we leave

Let it be more than just new.