Wordsmith and poets, weave-sew
Phrases-words, kneaded like dough
Mixed together, eased into verse
Poetry-descriptive, kind not a curse

Lyrics of songs, can't control fate
Lighthearted banter, can act as bait
Strung together, a storyline unfolds
Whatever the subject, gentle or bold

Words lead to a journey, possible delight
Encouraging followers, with hidden insights
As a patchwork quilt, tells those who know
Where fabric came from, the dressmaker sews

Memories, reminders from a former time of life
Gift giving pleasure, brings happiness not strife
Poets can tell a story, as song lyrics can weave
Dreams of hope and pleasure, joy another receives

So smile when you read, or sing a song for pleasure
Maybe it holds special words, you can treasure
From back in time, unlocking memories past
Triggering the mind, so special thoughts last

Written words so special, to memorize over time.
Woven by the wordsmith, to retain in the mind
Released into a moments, unlocking-images-signs
Yet all they really are, words strung to form a line.