Hers is a beauty of eloquent pen,
Trilogies etched with a holy amen;
Fragile and humble, she offers her soul,
Teardrops her parchment, resilience her scroll.
O Writer’s dream –
repository of paper,
blank canvas yearning for inky scratchings.
Whispering gossip on leafy wings,
offering flesh as medium
for Ideas and
pulp as Quotes.
Parchment rolled into nature’s womb,
bearer of treaties and
essay indicting abuses of old.
Write me into your story,
inscribe your beauty,
etch wisdom onto the
pages of my heart,
O writer’s dream…
Paper birch are so lovely, aren’t they?