The Architect's Plan

With just a pencil and a blank white page, I start to write upon the world&great stage. A line is drawn, a shape begins to grow, The smallest detail that the world will know. I dream of spaces where the light will fall, And echo softly through a echoing hall. 1 balance structure with a sense of grace, To make a home or a magnificent place. So watch me build, not just with brick and steel, But with a vision that can make you feel. For I&an architect, and this my art: To draw a line straight from the mind to heart.