Whispers in Paper

In folds of paper, tales unfold,
A delicate craft, a story untold.
Origami, artistry supreme,
Where dreams and fantasies gleam.

With nimble hands, I start my quest,
To transform sheets, to manifest
A world of beauty, with each crease,
A tranquil moment, a moment of peace.

A crane takes flight, wings unfurled,
Symbol of hope, across the world.
Its elegant form, so pure and serene,
A reminder of the places I’ve been.

A lotus blossoms, petals so fine,
Emerging gracefully, like love divine.
From a humble square, it blooms anew,
A symbol of purity, reborn in view.

A starry sky, with stars so bright,
Folded gently, in the quiet of night.
Each point, a twinkling ember of light,
Guiding us through the darkest of plight.

A dragon dances, with fire in its eyes,
Unleashing magic, as it takes to the skies.
With every fold, it gains its might,
A mythical creature, majestic and bright.

From humble beginnings, art takes shape,
Transforming paper, its essence escapes.
Origami whispers, secrets untold,
A testament to the human soul’s unfold.

With patience and care, I embark anew,
Exploring horizons, with paper imbued.
In the world of folds, possibilities are vast,
Where imagination thrives, and dreams are amassed.

So let us fold, with hearts alight,
Creating wonders, in soft moonlight.
Origami’s grace, forever it will be,
A tapestry of dreams, for all to see.