In the cradle of ancient hands,
Where whispers of ink first found their place,
A sheet of stories began to dance,
Within its fibers, a timeless embrace.
From the quills of scholars to the hands of kings,
Paper held the dreams of countless souls,
Bearing witness to history’s boldest swings,
As each tale unfurled and silently unfolds.
Beneath the moon’s watchful gaze,
Poets penned their words of love and woe,
On pages that would never fade,
Carrying emotions in their gentle flow.
Now in the digital age, still it remains,
A testament to the power of the written word,
In every fold, a legacy sustains,
The humble paper, forever heard.