Still, you have your pencil…

Still, you have your pencil…
The paper black on one side, white on the other…
The silence, like a distant dream…
The words materializing like magic.

Here your story begins…

It all happens through your footsteps…
Beginning with a simple hello…
With the intent never to dim another’s brightness…
As you sort through chunks of rainbow.

Pages and pages of observations…
Simple, not too adorned…
Hmmm…you have a choice to make…
Do you choose the law of kindness…
Or do you choose the law of war.

Your story begins over and over again…
Each sentence announcing your arrival…
Like dressing on a salad…
Filling all the less flavorful spaces.

Yes, you still have your pencil…
So what if it might rain tomorrow…
You can spend more time looking for rainbows…
And create, create, create!

I love you,

Annie