In the quiet moments of dawn,
Where thoughts begin to form,
A pen lies in solitude,
Ready to weave a storm.

It dances on the paper,
With grace and silent might,
Whispering tales of wonder,
Until the morning light.

A trusted friend in silence,
It captures dreams unseen,
From the mind’s hidden corners,
To reality’s serene.

So let the pen unfurl,
The stories locked within,
For in its ink, a world
Of magic shall begin.