Unwrinkled paper, blank
a sheet of white
like a layer of fresh new snow,
waiting
for a tale to tell
whether it be by footprints
or by charcoal marks.
A tale of heroes
saving the world from
caped villains in shadows
on the ocean
drowning
and on land
stumbling.
A tale of loss
a soul mate gone
and a friend in search
a mother
crying
a family
devastated.
A tale of nature
gentle breeze blowing
trees swaying
a hawk
soaring
a buttercup
blooming.
A tale of victory
revelry and rapture
high-fives and hugs
a team
cheering
a winner
beaming.
Smudged paper, lined,
a sheet of words,
like an age-old stone
engulfing
a tale to be told
by the imprinted layers of chapters
or by the blotches of ink.
