I wonder.
What is poetry in person?
Can I touch it?
Can I feel it?
who is poetry?
a person made of experiences, dreams, nightmares, humour, joy, love, and so much more...
I wonder.
I would want to say Hello.
If I meet it some day I want to say hello.
To say thank you for giving me space to express myself like no other way...
Hello Poetry!
That is what I would say...

Look up
to the big blue sky
He's the reason
we're able to fly
He takes the people
that we love
And sends em all
up above
He created
an entire human rife
He is the reason
we all have life
He is the reason
we have comfortable rooms
He helped us to get out
of our mother's wombs
He is the reason
that we carry on strong
He is the reason
we sing our songs
He is the reason
we can see tomorrow
He makes our understanding
very thorough
He is the reason
we say thank you and not why
That is the reason
we can rely on The Big Guy