I write each day until I'm dead
inside grand thoughts with pencils lead.
Scribbling with the sun of day.
Within visions, I will play.

Play to sing, and play to dance.
With my words I do romance.
My gifts grow with love and light
Now grateful, I will take flight.

Oh to move and live to write
Touching many I feel right.
Now my poem it is at end.
To your eyes now I do send.