Mr. B, can you make an 8-line ode poem about writing?
In tranquil hours, when thoughts reside serene,
My pen embarks on journeys unexplored,
It weaves a tapestry from dreams unseen,
To bring alive the tales that lie ignored.
Through scribbled words, my voice begins to sing,
Creating worlds where miracles unfold,
Ink spills like rivers, flowing without end,
As stories etch their tales in hearts untold.
Writing, an art that sets my spirit free,
Creating realms where imagination thrives,
A dance upon the page, where thoughts take flight,
A symphony of words, where beauty thrives.
Through writing's lens, I glimpse a brighter hue,
The pen, my compass, guiding dreams anew.