In the quiet of the night, words take flight,
Dancing on the page, a ballet in white.
Letters entwined, a delicate embrace,
Crafting stories, in their silent grace.

Each word a note, in a symphony grand,
Played by a poet’s loving hand.
Rhythm and rhyme, a timeless song,
Guiding hearts, where they belong.

Whispers of wisdom, in verses found,
Echoes of dreams, in every sound.
Words can heal, and words can break,
A powerful spell, they always make.

So let us cherish, this gift we hold,
The magic of words, a treasure untold.
For in their depths, we find our soul,
The language of life, making us whole.