I could never tell their order, for they all came out so fast All the letters in the alphabet, all came with a blast Words I did not recognise, words I did not choose All of the letters they kept scrambling All of them amused.
I see them all before me, A vast ocean full of glee. Words becoming sentences Grammatically painting pictures For one and all to see.
I see pictures from the present I see pictures from the past I see pictures in natures many guises Some of them cast to last
I read of the mystical meandering, that comes from within Pandoraβs Box I read of the mythical dimensions, of Devinci his ruse that seekers seek to unlock I read of the magical new beginnings, in nature as seasons produce its flocks I read of the wonders of the universe, bequeathed by scientists since time started the ticking of its clock
All the wonderful letters bequeathed to those that note, All the wonders of the mind, its senses from which the stories float. All these special visionsβ artists choose to collate, All these special pictures writers choose to paint.