In the quiet dance of pencil’s glide,
A world awakens, vivid, wide,
Each line a whisper, soft and true,
Sketches life in every hue.

With gentle strokes, the paper breathes,
Unfolding dreams that heart conceives,
A shaded realm of light and dark,
Where every trace leaves a mark.

The artist’s hand, a guiding star,
Navigates through near and far,
In every curve and every bend,
A story starts, a tale transcends.

Through drawing’s grace, the soul displays,
An endless dance of night and day,
A canvas vast, of endless lore,
Where dreams and visions soar once more.