In the quiet of a sunlit room,
Lines dance upon the page,
A world emerges from the gloom,
Brought to life by a sage.

Pencil whispers secrets untold,
Shadows play in gentle sway,
Imagination bold and uncontrolled,
Transforms the night into day.

Each stroke a universe unfurls,
Colors blend in silent grace,
A journey through enchanted worlds,
In every line, a new embrace.

The drawing speaks without a sound,
A language of the heart,
Where every curve and hue unbound,
Becomes a living art.