Smaller than the wand magicians use to thrill
Simplier than a battery by which we power things
Quieter than the wind that moves the skipper's sail
The pen of a writer's yet mightier than these
With alphabets it stirs the human soul
Through truth its message stays in vogue
By craft distant worlds are conjured
Wielded by a friend that readers never know
O' pen, why lie still while slews are waiting?
Challenge, inspire, inform, dream even
Lest the things you fail to scribe never be proclaimed
And the lives you were to touch never be fulfilled