A poem about mail

The mail, a wondrous thing, A messenger of joy and sorrow's sting. It brings us news from far and wide, A connection to the world outside.

With every letter, a story's told, Of love, of loss, of dreams yet to be old. The stamps, a colorful array, A miniature work of art, in a special way.

The envelopes, a treasure to behold, A secret message, yet to be told. The postmarks, a journey to reveal, A path of travel, a story to feel.

The mail, a symbol of connection true, A bridge that spans, the distance anew. It brings us near, to those we adore, And keeps us close, to those we love once more.

So here's to the mail, a humble thing, A messenger of love, that brings us joy and wing. May it always come, with a smile so bright, And bring us closer, to the world's delight.