Stories

Stories come from everywhere,
Should we know or even care
For me I’m happy just hearing one
Each word is like the rising sun.
Can you tell a story for others to hear?
Will they just be nice or stand and cheer
If you Paint pictures with words on the air
They’ll listen like they have no other care
As worlds surround and skies fill in
A magical tale is sure to begin
Perhaps a happy and chirping bird
Or a magical song that yearns to be heard
Maybe a band of goofy friends
Covering the earth to acquire there ends
No matter who or what you explore
Your imagination will run for ever-more