The pen hits the paper like the rain hits fabric
soaking and leaving a mark in time
Things that are sweet, fun, or tragic
can be remembered for all time
You can be what ever you want to be in the words of a song
You can go anywhere from short miles to long
You can do things that only magicians do like predicting endings
of your haiku
I sing because Im happy
I write because Im free
and I will continue to write because writing is a part of me.