In a world of ink and paper bright,
Where dreams are penned in black and white,
A symphony of tools arrayed,
To craft the thoughts our minds have made.

The humble pen, with graceful glide,
Unveils the words we hold inside,
A pencil's lead, so soft and gray,
Sketches paths where ideas play.

Notebooks bound with hope and care,
Hold secrets, plans, and stories rare,
Highlighters in colours bold,
Mark the lines that must be told.

Erasers wipe away our errs,
Granting second chances, rare,
Paper clips and staples bind,
Loose-leaf pages, thoughts combined.

Rulers, scissors, glue sticks too,
Help us shape and see things through,
Folders, envelopes, and tape,
Keep our work in perfect shape.

Stationery, both plain and grand,
In every desk, a helping hand,
A silent partner in our quest,
To put our creativity to the test.

So let us cherish every sheet,
Every tool that helps us meet,
The goals we set, the dreams we chase,
In stationery, we find our place.