Simple words form a stream,
Which flows, gentle, through the woods
That are my soul.
Laid bare before the world
Truth, unabashed springs forth.
All speaks to me.

I take what inspires,
And write these words for all
To look and see.
Perhaps to you it will be,
Something big, something small,
A thought it sires.

Simple though it may be,
Everything has its worth,
A love to hold.
You lose what made it whole,
Ruining these fresh goods,
For a rhyme scheme.