The beauty of being skilled, lies in the grace,
Of mastering art, and perfecting pace,
With every stroke, every note, every line,
A work of art, that’s truly divine.
The hands that move, with precision and skill,
Craft something new, that’s a wonder to fill,
The mind that thinks, with creativity and flair,
Brings ideas to life, beyond compare.
The beauty of skill, lies in the ease,
With which the expert, their craft does please,
The flow of movement, the rhythm so sweet,
A symphony of skill, that can’t be beat.
The joy of mastery, the pride of the made,
The satisfaction of creating, something displayed,
The beauty of being skilled, it shines so bright,
A beacon of hope, in the dark of night.
#poetry on skills acquisition
