These are words, Nothing else than symbols For sounds; yet, If you watch, You can see worlds be born, Lives remade, Emotions stirred. Words are powerful, Bringing knowledge To children- Aren't we all, At heart?- Let us be young again! Imagine with me; Let me write my way to your heart And touch your soul With the black scratchings Of a youth, For I am a child Obsessed with These black marks, Somehow making Something from nothing; What is more beautiful, but poetry?All Rights Reserved