Create

In the realm of imagination's throne,

Where worlds unknown are deftly sown,

There lies a power, pure and free,

A force to shape what's yet to be.

From blank canvas, a masterpiece born,

A symphony's notes, a tale well-worn,

In the depths of soul, a spark ignites,

And with each breath, creation takes flight.

Oh, to create, a gift bestowed,

A dance with dreams, an endless road,

From whispered thoughts to vibrant hue,

A glimpse of magic, forever true.

With pen in hand or brush in sway,

The artist's heart finds its own way,

Through words or colors, clay or song,

A universe created, where hearts belong.

In every stroke, a story untold,

In every verse, emotions unfold,

For creation knows no bounds or bounds,

Unveiling secrets, profound and profound.

From chaos springs patterns, worlds align,

As visions manifest, divine design,

Each thought, a seed, takes shape and grows,

In the realm of creation, infinite flows.

So embrace the muse, let it guide your hand,

In the realm of creation, take your stand,

For through your gift, the world shall see,

The beauty and wonder of what could be.

Create, dear soul, with passion and might,

With every fiber, your dreams take flight,

And in the tapestry of life's grand scheme,

You'll find your purpose, your endless gleam.