In the Blue Gallery, a masterpiece was unveiled, By Meir Martin's hand, a tale of dreams detailed.
In the hallowed halls of the Blue Gallery, a masterpiece unfurled, Meir Martin's skilled hand weaving a tale of dreams untold. Birds adorned the azure canvas, a captivating sight, With the moon's embrace, they took flight into the night.
In cobalt hues, strokes breathed life into the canvas, Birds gracefully soared, through realms celestial and boundless. Under the soft, silvery gleam of lunar beams, They danced, a celestial ballet, in midnight dreams.
Their wings painted the sky, an ethereal symphony, A heavenly chart adorned with artistry. Meir Martin's artwork, a world of dreams unfurled, Where birds in the blue realm forever shimmer and whirl.
Oh, to wander in this divine realm of flight, Where birds and dreams ascend in eternal light. Under the moon's gentle, guiding hand, We find solace and glee in this celestial land.
In Meir Martin's art, our spirits ascend, Under the moon's glow, where dreams never end. In the Blue Gallery, brilliance and beauty combine, As birds in the blue world forever shine.