A metaphor is a bridge, unseen,
Connecting worlds where words weave through the green.
It paints a picture with strokes of thought,
Where meanings linger, and ideas are caught.
Like a river flowing, it bends and twists,
Carving out valleys where understanding exists.
A whisper of meaning, a shadow of light,
Turning the mundane into a wondrous sight.
It's the moon as a lantern in a velvet sky,
A heart as a fortress, where dreams soar high.
Time is a thief, stealing moments away,
While laughter's a melody that brightens the day.
In gardens of language, it blooms and grows,
Each phrase a petal, each line a rose.
With roots deep in feeling and branches that sway,
A metaphor dances, transforming the gray.
So let us wander through this vivid land,
Where words are the brushstrokes, and we hold the hand
Of meaning profound, as we journey along,
In the heart of a metaphor, we find our song.
