Started out with shaky hands
Paper smooth
It's where I stand
Lines and swirls to understand
From Beijing
I'm learning grand
Every stroke
A story told
Brush and ink
They never fold
Black on white
A work so bold
Art in calligraphy
Behold
Ink and heart
They beat in sync
Every curve and every link
Letters dance
Their feet on fire
Creating art with pure desire
Masters here
They teach with grace
Patient eyes
A steady pace
In the lines
I find my place
Calligraphy
It gives me space
Through each lesson
I grow strong
Practicing both day and night
In each character
A song
Written with a heart so bright
Now my letters take their shape
Stories in a single scrape
From Beijing
A grand escape
By ink and brush
My dreams reshape