In a meadow so green, where birds sing along,
A poet sat, crafting verses, weaving a song.
His words danced on paper, a lyrical delight,
As he painted emotions, in colors so bright.
The melody flowed, like a gentle stream,
As the poet's heart whispered, a poet's dream.
The rhymes embraced, in a harmonious blend,
As the verses unfolded, a story to send.
With each line, the rhythm grew strong,
As the poet's voice soared, like a bird's sweet song.
The words and music, in perfect harmony,
Creating a masterpiece, for all to see.
So, let us celebrate, this union divine,
Where along and song, in poetry entwine.
For in the realm of words, they forever belong,
A testament to the power of rhyme and song.
