I wondered one day;
As on the grass I lay,
Why do I play-
With words this way?

The ladybird that sat on my nose,
The dew drops wetting my toes,
Inspire the sentences to dance as I close-
My eyes, why do I end up forming a prose?

Then I sit up straight,
Bending under the weight;
Of the rhymes that skate-
In my brain, at this fast rate!

My fingers itch for me to write,
To allow this impending insight;
Come out of my core with all its might;
And help me unburden and feel light!

I look for a piece of paper,
And a pen to build my skyscraper;
That will reach the sky like water vapour,
And contribute to form a rainbow sometime later!