The Poet's Pen

In the quiet of the night,

When the world is still and calm,

The poet's pen begins to write,

In verse both sweet and strong.

The words flow freely from his heart,

A symphony of sounds and hues,

And as he writes, he plays his part,

In crafting beauty for me and you.

With each line he weaves a tale,

Of love and loss, of joy and pain,

And in his words we find a trail,

That leads us to a higher plane.

For the poet's gift is not just skill,

But a passion that burns within,

And with his words, he has the will,

To touch our hearts and souls within.

So let us honor the poet's art,

And cherish every line he pens,

For in his verse we find a part,

Of the beauty that this world transcends.