In the quiet of the night, words softly weave,
Shadows dance, and dreams they conceive.
Phrases flutter, like leaves on the breeze,
Crafting tales, setting hearts at ease.

In the symphony of dawn, stanzas arise,
Colors blend, painting morning skies.
Each line a whisper, each rhyme a song,
In the realm of poetry, we belong.

Through the tapestry of time, verses flow,
Echoes of emotions, from hearts they grow.
Silent screams and joyous cries,
In every poem, a fragment of our lives.

So let the ink spill, let the words be free,
In the boundless world of poetry.
For in each poem, a soul finds light,
Guiding through the darkest night.