Beginnings and Endings

The words we speak in poesy, Dance through the pages of history; All the verses and all the rhymes, Take all of us into more pensive times. Where trickle of words that flow from pen, Bring us from beginning down to the end; But in between there are stories to tell, That can hold us all in a magic spell. Portraits of birds looking their best, Proudly sitting on eggs in a downy nest; Tales of all the earth's funny creatures, With so many faces, all different features. Tales of the sun shining her light, In a blue sky with clouds in flight; Then there's another of a corpulent moon, Skipping her moonbeams to a merry tune. And armies of ants that travel in rows, Carrying their bounty to where nobody knows; Then there are the people, all different shades, Marching to music through life's parade. So we can see that poems are a best friend, They take us to beginnings that have no end.