The world of poetry is a vast canvas
Where we look for the right colors
To paint the vivid pictures every time
So many hues mix with our emotions
And the heart goes crazy in the wilderness
So much to paint, yet so little time
Like the wild breeze gathering inspiration
Not only from this celestial space, but beyond
With the hope that our words embrace all
Thus is birthed a poem and from the poet
The ink that once paints the picture
Remains etched on the heart and soul, forever