Ode to Scissors

O tool of dual blades, sleek in grace,

With artful symmetry and purpose embraced,

Silent dancer, gliding, cutting 'cross the field,

To your gleaming wisdom, materials yield.

Majestic scissors, wielder of power,

Your dance divides what's whole in a singular hour,

The paper's smooth surface, fabric's woven dreams,

In your gentle grasp, they find new regimes.

From tailor's keen eye to a child's delight,

You shape our world, a true guiding light,

You open letters and you trim the locks,

Your edge so sharp, life's pattern it unlocks.

In gardens you prune and crafts you create,

A mark of precision, a companion sedate,

Through art and labor, through pleasure and pain,

Your steely embrace can never be plain.

Two arms, entwined, yet never to meet,

A symbol of life, paradox sweet,

In every snip, a decision's made,

A course chosen, a path well laid.

Your whispering voice sings a song of care,

A symphony of cuts, vibrant in air,

A dance with paper, ribbon, or thread,

A silent sonnet, by your nature led.

O scissors, simple, yet profound,

Your wisdom's found in every town,

In schools, in homes, in gardens and more,

Your presence we'll cherish, your art we'll adore.

Here's to you, scissors, humble yet divine,

A bringer of order, a sign of the time,

Your dance is a story, your snip is a song,

A tool of creation, to you, we belong.