I am a writer, and I put my hands to writing.
I train my hands in the ways of warriors.
When enemies come looking for a fight,
I give them a war.

I train my hands in the ways of farmers.
When spring comes around,
I till the soil and plant seeds.

I train my hands in the ways of artists.
With brushes and colours,
I paint the world as I see it.

I train my hands in the ways of musicians.
With strings and keys,
I create melodies that speak my heart.

I train my hands in the ways of builders.
With hammer and nails,
I construct dreams from mere ideas.

I train my hands in the ways of healers.
With gentle touch and care,
I mend wounds both seen and unseen.

I am a writer, and my hands do more than write.
They fight, they farm, they create, they build, they heal.
In every action, in every deed,
My hands tell the stories of my soul.