In poetry
We look at every moment
Trying to make it poetic
With nature we cannot be so liberal

It is a blessing that the natural state is evocative
Yet, when it comes to human greed
Children torn by strife and forests devoured in blaze
Poetry has to embellish the truth once in awhile

I respect poets who can write it as it is
Without being cryptic about fact
Allowing men to digest what they read
With eloquence- using Silence and Time as friends

For a poet, every moment missed
Is a word gained
Because the more we see
The less poetic it all becomes