Before paper and pen, there were simply words,
Painted in the sky, coloured with earth
Ubiquitous and ever-moving; they grew.
Forming tales of honour, courage and truth.
Passed from one generation to another
From brother, sister, father to mother.
Stories capturing hope and wonder
Filled with heartache, toil and plunder
Around a warm fire, fables were told
Teaching, preaching the morals of old
Imagination ignited passion and dreams
A legacy was born with incredible means.
These fairytales sparked a magic within;
A delight for stories, myths and whims.
The children listened, with eyes open wide
As the hero prevailed and the villain defied.
The words joined and started to link
Scrawled upon parchment with stains of ink.
Letter covered rectangles bound with might
To enlighten the people, show them the light.
From the blood of the pen, literature spread
All were enchanted as they read.
For every novel has its crafter
Provoking tears, gasps and laughter.
This printed magic inspired a generation
Reaching the corners of every nation
For in each of us there is a part
Where a story lies, within our heart.
The universe is formed of stories not atoms
Our lives are a race passing on this baton.
Invisible threads bind us together
We are a choir of voices singing forever.
Dream through your words, write hard and fast
Tame your thoughts, make them last.
For when the world is wasting away
A story is blossoming for another day.