The words follow me
Dancing along branches,
Hanging out of a tree
To greet me as I pass.
They cover a spectrum of colour,
The whole of the dictionary,
A glass never fuller
Could be formed from this collection.
Words have shapes and sizes
Unrelated to their length or meaning
Tall and slim is 'pies'
Whilst 'chalk' is soft and fluffy.
All the words dance
They sing and frolic too
Battle playfully with a lance
And enjoy themselves endlessly.
Each whispers my name
Calling for a special meaning or commemorative message
That I will frame
To keep as a memory of the words.
My words are formed from letters
Which caress my cheek softly
None are aware of their so called betters
Letters are oblivious to numbers.
Letters and words, constant and never ending,
They surround me closely
Straightening or bending
The words are my joy and reliable company.