At the Juming Musrum

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@Lyrics written with Grok
At the Juming Museum, standing serene ’twixt mountain and sea,
Swift blade dances, boundless spirit set free.
Tai Chi flows, abstract thoughts take wing,
Slicing planes, simplicity’s divine charm clings.
Blade turns, weaving Zen in the mundane,
Carving Tai Chi, where heaven and earth breathe as one.
Army, navy, air force—heroes shaped in mortal clay,
Vivid under the blade, the nation’s pride stands tall and staid.
Warriors arrayed, their might shakes rivers and peaks,
Each sculpture eternal, loyal souls that never sleep.
Juming’s deft hand captures valor’s solemn grace,
Iron will and fervent heart leap from wood and stone’s embrace.
Tourist statues, brimming with charm in the museum’s halls,
Laughter and chatter echo where waiting lines call.
On resting benches, travelers shed their cares,
The blade’s artistry immortalizes life’s myriad airs.
Within the museum, art and joy intertwine,
Juming’s spirit, with visitors, forever shines.