Broken/Cycle of Life (Art)
It’s all wrecked.
We once made beautiful music
but we didn’t take care of it.
Uncared for things
Slowly decay…rot…
Come back later.
Once revisited they
can sometimes be
turned into art
for a new eye
and a new age.
Grieve then renew!
Optimistic and full of hope—nothing is ever wasted. Even when we think we have lost our beautiful art it remains, upcycled itself for the new generation