Ode to the Vibrancy of Words

It amazes me how,
you can paint a picture,
without a brush,
but a pencil instead.

But a pencil needs words,
and they hang in the air,
waiting until,
the writer is there.

The words are always,
just stretches away.
The writer reels them in,
and plasters them on page.

And he mixes them up,
to make different feelings.
Some happy, some sad,
some angry, some brave.

But he doesn’t just mix them,
he cuts them and bends them,
and twirls them and twists them,
‘till they form a shape.

And he places that shape,
with many others,
until he feels,
his creativity is out.

Then they take the masterpiece,
and they squish it together,
between two pieces of paper,
and link them forever.

Next it’s put on a shelf,
for you to pick up,
and for you to enjoy,
while you sip from your cup.

And though you may see,
A, E, I, or U,
look between the lines,
and you’ll see something new.

You won’t just be reading,
about a ship on the sea,
You’ll,
feel the bite of the wind,
taste the salty air,
soak in the rain,
see the lightning,
hear the thunder,
smell wet wood,
rock with the boat,
pale with the foam,
hoist the masts,
drop the anchors,
shoot the cannons,
fight with pirates,
and when you grab the wheel of the ship,
it’s a whole new story.

What would the world be,
without words.