Creation

With our guitar and pen, 

We create worlds unvisited and pure. 

Where every exchange of words is a poem, 

Slowly turning into a song. 

Where the earth trembles in sync with the rhythm, 

And the water splashes with the beat,  

Enhancing the sweet bird's twittering. 

Where the fire, so pure, burns us all to where we originate, 

Uniting us to the ancient dust of our motherland. 

Just to wake up once again and pace the same streets, 

Echoing the same giggles and sharing the same special bond of love.