Creativity is
a wellspring of ideas
crisp, sweet water
gushing forth
thoughts flowing.
Creativity is
a guiding breeze
brisk, yet soothing
words of wisdom
whispering which way to go.
Creativity is
a blazing flame
smoke, showers of sparks
glowing embers remain
burning images.
Creativity is

A thunderous silence deafens the night
until wild wolves’ melancholy melody
heralds the ebony darkness
born at the coming of the moon.

Trees are plunged into the void of nightfall,
the whispers of twilight awaken
as the presence of pale moonlight
pierces the wisps of solemn clouds.

The lunar light defies the darkness,
and melts into the dense mist
leaving silvery light hovering over the landscape,
banishing the decay of midnight’s umbra.

A primal forest dances with the day,
where sunlight finds rest and comfort
in the sylvan whispers of laughing leaves.
Where the trees recount ancient tales
from the etchings in their vine-woven bark.

The forest sings a song of vivid color
of verdant greens and deep browns.
Leaves float down to play,
and branches reach out to flood the sky with life
basking in the aura of a gentle sun.

The vibrant melody blossoms
flourishing in the daylight.
Streams of liquid light streak down
caressing the lively leaves
that are swept spiraling skyward.