The Author's Pen

The pen is the font of all life
From it flows
All things here,
All things there:
The worlds upon which its river flows,
Coloured syllable by syllable
As the waters build up land
And sea,
And stain across it all
Those things living,
Great and small,
Walking
Crawling
Swimming
Flying
Smiling and crying
And the rainbows springing from its very tip
Swell above
The shadows cast
By its author’s hand.