TOEFL Getting Ready Poem

A quill was found in a starlit glade,

Where shadows danced with the moon’s soft beam,

Its ink held dreams that would never fade,

To weave a tale from a fleeting gleam.

With fervent heart, the young dreamer wrote,

On pages lit by a stellar glow,

Each word a bridge to a world remote,

Where stories bloomed in the night’s soft flow.

The forest sang with a lucid hum,

Its secrets carved in the quill’s fine trace,

Her prose, audacious, would overcome,

To light the dark with a boundless grace.

Though dawn arose, her resolve stood fast,

The quill’s bright spark never dimmed or waned,

With every line, she surpassed the past,

A writer’s soul, by the stars ordained.