The long inhale above your diaphragm
and the sense of oneness within you,
with the harmony of your breath
you will find poetry inside you.

from the lush green meadows
to forged hands of peasants
the clumsy clouds above the hills
made poetry for you.

where you perceptive enough mate
when the nightingale sang,
when the daffodils bloomed,
with the sound of a brook,
all got lost within you.