In Stratford-upon-Avon’s gentle embrace,
A soul was born to weave tales of grace.
Amongst the fields, where dreams took flight,
Young William pondered the stars at night.

To London’s bustling heart he came,
With dreams of words and endless fame.
The Globe became his world renowned,
Where every line and act astound.

With quill in hand, his mind unfurled,
Creating realms, enchanting worlds.
From Hamlet’s doubt to Lear’s despair,
His characters breathed life, laid bare.

Though centuries have since passed by,
His words still dance beneath the sky.
A timeless legacy, bold and free,
In every heart, his poetry.