The Pencil's Way

O silent pencil! Flower and candle and moth without fuss you brought out of nothingness. You filled the empty page without fuss with the bright faces of candle and flower and moth and your soft shavings without fuss you gave to the earth. You added to the beauty of the world — to truth — and you were born without fuss with every page. That is why you still exist from the stone of the cave to paper...