I carve words into bark of vellum
as if tree trunk
standing pristine and tall.

My pen-like tool moves
in moment below blue skies
lightly peppered with orange clouds.

My breath merges with nature
while birds echo in serenades
that color mind with spiraling visions.

I carve as a master
with its title passed on
from generations inside starlit cosmos.

Come, partake in my flourishing garden of verse.
And may you be inspired
to take a bouquet into the heart.