Silent Stories

Lines bend, turn, zig zag, dance,

And the wood, always still.

Lines move creating shapes, and

The wood, perfect background, and still.

Colors, running up and down,

Moving at their own rhythm, with

No conventional pattern,

And the wood stays still.

Figures come and go, creating

Motion, reaching speed,

And the colors shine in the light,

And the wood still a background, silent.

If it could talk, the wood would have

A story to tell, and perhaps a

Comment or two, about the lines, the

Colors, and the figures.

But the wood is still, and

Quiet. It’s only a background, it’s only

Wood. But if it could talk,

The wood would have a story to tell.

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