As I look upon a piece of paper that of which is blank.  
Wondering what to write this time.
  So I took some time to look at it.
And I saw how nice and neat it looked.
With its lines straight and evenly spaced.
  And its colour a fresh clean white.
As it waited to have the colour added to it.
Whether it be by the ink of a pin or the lead of a pencil.
  It does not matter to a blank piece of paper.  
And as I write I can see it come to life by the words that I write.
That make up sentences to fill the blank Lines with life and character for all to read.
  For when we write a blank piece of paper starts to come to life.
Even if just by one word.