You are a teller of stories
You are a singer of songs
You are a doer of marvelous deeds
You are a righter of wrongs.

You are one who watches the world,
With curious, deep-seeing eyes,
Who delights in small miracles as they unfold,
Who enjoys the damasks of sunrise.

You are one who inspires belief,
From whom a magic flows.
Your mind is unique – beyond compare,
Your soul as soft as the rose.

There are times when you cradle the worlds
Right in the palm of your hand.
Times when you feel as though it’s your duty
To make Them understand.

You are a painter of syllables,
An artist who sketches in words.
You are a sculptor of language clay,
And in silence, you are heard.

You are a valiant foot soldier,
Wielding the mighty pen.
You are the daring stranger who
Ventures into the dragon’s den.

Yes, you are a teller of stories.
You are a singer of songs.
You are weaver of poetry,
You are a righter of wrongs.