Words rise up like geese at dawn
When with pale sun new day is born
The words approach and dance in line
The choice of words is mine
Words spelled here by sense and sound
In clause and sentence weave around.
Which tempting words shall I now use
And which shall I refuse?
The fire lights up inside my heart
So now my writing hand can start
“This is the way I spend my day.
With words I sing and play!