It's time to write
To write indeed
A poetic mind
Need's to feed
It's time to conjure
Something new
Something beautiful
Something true
From far above
Or bitter below
It's time to let
Your feelings flow

Paint your picture
Be perceived
The prose, the laughs
The miseries
It's time to write
So take the lead
Write it down
So you can breathe



Besides...
We need something to read!

Everyone thought where goeth
those three wise men
following a Christmas star,
Perhaps going to see a friend
They all surmised

Little did they know those three wise men
were going to visit a new born king
and gift him, lovely gifts
Gold, frankincense, and myrrh
gifts befitting a king of kings


And the special Christmas star
was leading the way, directing their path
shining ever brightly on a velvet blue sky
And twinkling in their eye