In the quiet whispers of the night,
Words come alive with pure delight,
They dance upon the page, so free,
A melody of thoughts, wild and free.
Each letter a note in a grand symphony,
Emotions flow like a tranquil sea,
Verses weave tales of joy and sorrow,
Promises of a brighter tomorrow.
The pen becomes a wand of creation,
Painting worlds with vivid imagination,
Poetry, a realm where souls commune,
Under the light of a silver moon.
In every rhyme, a heartbeat sings,
In every stanza, a dream takes wing,
The symphony of words, forever true,
A timeless dance, old yet new.