As I stare at this blank page,
My ideas have been released from its cage
And have been accepted by this clean white page.
It takes all the words and cares for them,
Compiling and refining,
As it carefully carries out its different tasks of designing and aligning
All of them into a perfect compostion,
And gradually broadens your sense of expression.
It creates a shelter for them all,
As another idea in your mind begins to install,
And each thought drops on the paper in a great fall.
They meet new family,
As each thought comes together,
They all spread on the page in harmony,
And coexist forever.
They form a general community,
As each word meets another in unity,
And transforms the blank page to their playground,
Where all of them can abound,
Dominating the whole page into their own empire,
Having only one desire,
For the viewers to read it and become inspired,
Lighting and stirring in them and endless passion of fire.
When they have their main goal acquired,
They lay quiet and retire,
On the white page which will never go out of fashion or expire.
The words thank the blank page for its many wonders done,
And for creating a home for them,
A sweet new home.
We all need to appreciate The Beauty of a Blank Page,
For there would be no message,
If it were not there for all the ideas to rearrange.
