Art has a soul.

Everything exists in a quiet instant that softly whispers,
This is special.

The sun is just the sun,
but sometimes the sun reflects gently across the corner of a room,
and asks you to pause and pay attention.

A street light is just a street light,
until suddenly and unexpectedly
it grips you in a glowing, warm reminder of life and love and joy.

An apple is just an apple, an orange is an orange,
but apples come in hundreds of colors,
no two oranges are exactly the same.
Now let’s not compare; we may find they are more similar than we thought.

Art represents the moments that we move slowly and notice more, 
where we see ourselves, each other, our souls
in everything.