The joy of creating something new

The joy of creating something new,

A spark ignites, a vision true,

From empty canvas, blank and wide,

A world awaits to be supplied.

The thrill of starting from the ground,

Of shaping shapes that once were bound,

In fleeting thoughts, in whispers deep,

That now take form and rise from sleep.

A stitch of color, a twist of thread,

Each line a story, softly spread,

A melody hums, a rhythm flows,

In unseen hands, creation grows.

The joy lies not in what’s complete,

But in the journey, every beat—

The unexpected turn, the bend,

The joy in making, without end.

In moments still, we find our grace,

In every step, a vibrant trace.

The world unfolds through hands that try,

To shape the dreams that never die.

The joy of creating, pure and clear,

A gift to hold, a voice to hear,

In every act, in every clue,

We find ourselves, and start anew.