I love an empty page.
So many things can be done with it,
True and free, like a horse without a bit.
The eggnog hue welcomes me,
Inviting me to just sit a try,
It hands me a key,
And whispers “Your pen is your ally”
Many great works of art,
With a blank page to start.
Colors, faces, freedom, history, and science,
It is to any sort of ignorance, a proud defiance.
Look around at our world now,
It is because of others: artists, writers,
Painters, scientists, inventors, and fighters,
Sat and wrote with a furrowed brow.
Many things today we would not know,
If long ago,
On blank pages people did not sow.