Four lines so neat, a compact design,
A world of thoughts in a space so fine.
A story unfolds, emotions ignite,
In stanzas of four, a lyrical light.
From ancient poets to modern day,
Quatrains weave tales in their graceful way.
A sonnet's heart, a haiku's soul,
A rhythmic flow, a story to extol.
They dance with rhyme, or soar in free verse,
Each line a brushstroke, painting the universe.
With wit or wisdom, a thought they impart,
Quatrains, a treasure, a gift to the heart.
So let us admire this form so refined,
Where meaning and beauty are always entwined.
Four lines, a poem, a world to explore,
Quatrains, we cherish, forevermore.