I started out small,

A little child trying to find his way

With no thoughts or cares in the world,

Just a few words and a pencil

With one stroke of the pencil

Words start to appear out of thin air

When two or more are combined

The paper begins to fill

As the child begins to grow

The pages become longer

The same words are used

But with a new found meaning

Once the child is almost an adult

He has mastered more words

More subjects of writing

The who its for and why its written

It begins to make more sense

The writing has transformed

There is now a situation

And a group of people willing to listen and change