It is sleek, but simple.
But with so much potential
In the right mind
And the right hands.
It matters not
If it is mechanical
Or wooden, or paper, even;
It works wonders.
Every little mark of graphite
Strives to proclaim
The possible, the impossible
The finite and beyond
And everything in between.
Even with no mouth
Its voice reaches out
And makes an impact
On those who hear its cry.