CH1
I am writing a poem.
_In quiet moments, I hear my heart's true voice,_
_It whispers of dreams, of hopes, of endless choice._
_Through fields of gold and skies of endless blue,_
_I wander, searching for what's real and true._
_The wind carries stories of distant lands,_
_Of mountains high and desert sands._
_Each step I take, a story's start,_
_Each breath I breathe, a work of art._
_In shadows deep and light so bright,_
_I find my way, through day and night._
_With every sunrise, a chance to begin,_
_To write my tale, to let life win._
_So here I stand, with pen in hand,_
_Ready to craft my own dreamland._
_For in thisWorld of endless might,
My porm lives, my heart takes flight.