Her tales unfold
As our young storyteller takes her seat
In a chair that's throne-like, grand and old
With a book and pen, her journey to repeat

A cup of tea steams, a soothing sight
As words flow forth, a wondrous light
In the silence, worlds come alive
As the storyteller's imagination thrives

With every line, a new path unwinds
Through realms of fantasy, heart and mind
The ancient pen scratches, a rhythmic beat
As the storyteller weaves her magic, sweet

In this throne-like chair, she reigns supreme
A weaver of tales, a dreamer's theme
Her stories, a treasure to share
A testament to the power of imagination's lair.


© Rukie vert