Our words grow from old, deep roots
Like trees that began as tiny seeds.
Old wisdom tells us a broken home makes a broken land
But strong voices can rebuild what’s fallen.
We remember the brave writers before us
Those who told hard truths and dreamed new worlds.
Together, we are stronger, like spiders’ webs joined
That can hold even the mightiest lion.
Until we tell our own stories,
Others will tell them wrong.
Pick up your pen, find your voice
Speak for those who cannot.
Your words matter, even from far away,
They join with voices from long ago.
A mighty fire starts with just one spark.
Let your writing be that light in darkness.
Write knowing those who came before are watching,
Nodding, smiling, cheering you on.
