In the quiet hush of dawn’s first light, Where shadows dance and take to flight, Poetry awakens, soft and sweet, A rhythmic heartbeat in each beat. It weaves through trees and sings with the breeze, Whispering secrets among the leaves, A melody crafted with words so bright, That touches souls in the morning’s sight. Rhyming couplets flow like a stream, Carrying thoughts like a gentle dream, A poem’s magic, pure and pure, A treasure chest of feelings sure. In every stanza, a story’s told, Of love and loss, brave and bold, Of distant stars and ocean’s roar, Of childhood days and ancient lore. Poets use meters, beats, and rhyme, To make their words stand the test of time, They choose each line with care and grace, To paint a picture or set a pace. Sometimes a poem is playful and fun, Like sunbeams dancing on the run, With lively words that jump and leap, A joyful tune that makes you beep. Other times, it’s deep and still, Like a pond’s calm, reflective fill, Making you think and understand, The feelings that are close at hand. Rhyming helps us remember what we hear, It sticks with us, so very clear, A tool poets love to use with glee, To share their thoughts so vividly. Poetry can be short or long, A quick verse or a heartfelt song, It lives in books, in songs we sing, And in the whispers of everything. Some poems rhyme perfectly tight, While others break free, taking flight, But all aim to spark the mind, To see the world in a new kind. Whether about mountains high or valleys low, Poetry helps our feelings grow, It’s a language of the heart and soul, A timeless art that makes us whole. So next time you read or write a rhyme, Remember it’s a gift of time, A way to share what’s inside, A voice that cannot be denied. Poetry’s magic, simple and true, Connects me, connects you, In every line, in every word, A world of wonder is stirred.