The scratch of pencil on paper,
Words scrambling to escape her,
A story unfolding,
Her imagination molding,
Like a potter and a wheel,
Her eyes filled with zeal,
A whole new world at her fingertips,
As she chews her lips,
Mountains rise,
Birds fly,
And she joins them in the sky,
A smile fierce, free, and beautiful lights her face,
As she soars over oceans, mountains, and deserts with grace,
She sets the pencil down,
Her feet planted on the ground,
With a small smile still lighting her skin,
For she knows one day,
She will go back to the sky and stay.