The pen is the servant of mind

The pen is the servant of the mind, they say A vessel for thoughts to find their way With every stroke, every line it weaves It captures the essence of what one believes Ink flowing like a river, words taking flight A canvas for the soul to ignite Through poetry, prose, or simple rhyme The pen records thoughts of a time It brings to life dreams and desires Unleashing creativity like crackling fires With each stroke, a story unfolds The power of the pen, a tale untold A tool for expression, a voice for the heart It guides the hand, it plays its part The pen is a conduit, a bridge between The thoughts in the mind and the words unseen So let the pen be your guide, your loyal friend In its ink, let your thoughts transcend For the pen is the servant of the mind A timeless companion, faithful and kind.