Upon the stage of Stratford’s gentle grace,Where rivers flow and dreams take flight,A young poet with a quill did embrace,The world of words, in day and night.In London’s heart, his tales were spun,Of kings and queens, of love and fate,With every play, the crowds he’d stun,His legacy a timeless state.The sonnets whispered secrets sweet,Of love’s true course and passion’s flame,In every line, the heart would beat,And echo through the halls of fame.Though time has passed, his spirit lives,In every word, his voice we hear,A gift to all that Shakespeare gives,His life and art forever near.