Pens

As the pens
Soar through the air
they spill out the lyrics
To their enchanting lullaby

They dance over
A silver stage

They create breathtaking stories
To share with generations
of children

The pens can take you
To extraordinary worlds
To places filled with magic
And fun

But as the pens grow old
And the memories start to fade
Their life runs out as the ink
disappears.