My Pen My Paradise

?My Pen is the brain with which I think, My Pen is the eyes with which I wink. My pen is my wine, I need no other drink. My pen is my life-jacket, I cannot sink. My pen is my seed, I have a lot to sow, My pen is my stream, it enjoy free flow. My pen is my garden where flowers grow, My pen is my Sunshine: a great glow. My pen is my crown, I feel like a king, My pen is my song, I can,t stop to sing. My pen is my season; autumn, winter...spring, My pen is my wind, I fly without wings. My pen is my wheel, I go the extra mile My pen is my weed, I am always agile. My pen is my passion, it makes life worthwhile, My pen is the lips with which I smile.?