Some people, they see poetry,

everywhere they turn their heads

A flower, a seed, a banyan tree

In swirling seas, in river beds…

 

In the color of streelights, row upon row

In the burning tail of a firefly, so yellow

In reds, and greens and violets also

Of everyday objects, and in a rainbow

 

The birds, the fish,with a plumage hue

Of every known color, against the color blue

There is a poem hidden,  I dont know how

But these people see it & they make you go wow!

 

I wish I had it in me, the ability to rhyme

The words to describe a scene, To create

In words, those strokes that paint in time,

A timeless picture, my hunger to sate

 

Yet, such art, it is beyond me,

how some people see

Such lyrical magic, such poetry

In every rock and pebble, ’tis a mystery…