Oh wondrous days of youth's sweet grace,  
When laughter danced across my face.  
Each simple joy, a treasure rare,  
In whispered winds, mystery was there.  

The world was bright, a canvas wide,  
With beauty found on every side.  
In every leaf and starry night,  
That wonder still lives, to my delight.  

So let me grasp those moments dear,  
For in my soul, they still appear.  
With open arms, I will create,
The wonder things had when I was just eight.

In the heat of the evening, so humid at night,  
Whispers of twilight are a welcome delight.  
Golden hues fading, the sun bids adieu,  
As a cool breeze dances, refreshing and true.  

It carries relief, on soft wings as it glides,  
Through fields and the trees, where serenity hides.  
Embrace this soft comfort, let worries take flight,  
In the evening's warm arms, find peace in the night.

A cool breeze in Summer, blown across hot, wet eyes,
Provides a refreshing reprieve as one looks up to the skies.
A simple blessing one might come to conclude,
But a Godsend indeed when I'm in a low mood.

In moments of quiet, pen becomes my guide,  
With ink I trace the thoughts that softly flow,  
Each line a truth that I can now confide,  
In written form, my inner voice can grow.  

The page, a canvas where my heart takes flight,  
In verse I find a language known and dear,  
A structure formed, to shape my dreams in light,  
An accepted frame that draws my vision clear.  

To weave my stories in a rhythmic dance,  
Is freedom found within the written word,  
In every sentence, there's a second chance,  
To paint my soul where only silence was heard.  

So let me write, for here I truly stand,  
With every phrase, carved by my own hand.
In desperate hope that some others understand, that the importance of words is surprisingly grand.