Poetry is the calmness when the moments too bright
It’s the sound that you hear, just as you take flight  
It’s the spark to the flame that seems to ignite
The warmth of the fire on a cold winters night  
Poetry is beauty in the clouds and the skies
The answer to questions and all reasons why
It’s the soft of a feather, the twinkle in eyes
And the lifting of spirits when it comes time to rise
Poetry is sadness we need to express
The voicing of anger so that we don’t digress
It’s the shifting of patterns that changes the mood
And the seeking of happiness and how it’s pursued