Isn't it fun,
to play in the playground of words.
To let them tickle your senses
as visions grow like flowers.

Isn't it grand,
to let pen dance capturing
a whirlwind of feeling.
To let it roll across with sea of ink
to expose a pearl.

Isn't it a blessing,
to have an open heart
to echo and make
a landscape for a readers eyes.

Isn't it an amazing journey,
to be a writer
who has treasure chest
of sparkling sequined words
to gift visitor to their written terrain.

Isn't it a wonder,
to celebrate where writer
and reader meet
inside a scribes manuscript.

Yes, it is and for that
I am grateful