We Paint the Canvas of the Sky

In the realm where dreams take flight,

Where words are woven, shining bright,

We harness power, pure and true,

Word magic, old yet ever new.

With syllables like sparks that fly,

We paint the canvas of the sky,

We shape our world with phrases bold,

In stories whispered, tales untold.

From whispers soft to roaring thunder,

Our words can tear the veil asunder,

They build bridges, mend the broken,

In every word, a token.

So let us wield this magic well,

In kindness, truth, in every spell,

For words can heal, but also harm,

A double-edged sword, our charm.

With every verse, with every rhyme,

We weave a tapestry through time,

So let us speak with love and care,

And in our word magic, we'll dare.

To light the darkness, soothe the pain,

To dance in sunshine, in the rain,

For in our words, the power lies,

To shape our world, to reach the skies.