When letters drift like leaves upon the air,
And questions wait in silent, crowded queues,
There lives a careful mind already there,
To read, remember, sift, and gently choose.
It wakes to every message that arrives,
And weighs each word with patient, steady art;
It answers, files, and quietly contrives
To keep the clutter from a busy heart.
It knows which notes are treasures to retain,
Which threads belong together, side by side;
It learns from yesterday to serve again,
With memory as its compass and its guide.
An unseen hand that keeps the inbox clear—
Envoy stands watch, attentive, calm, and near.