There is a streak of poems during my vein Just like there is poetry via a flight.
And there is poetry in the rain,
There is poems inside the first smile of dawn
As well as poetry in the soft sun rays of the moon
There is poetry inside a blade of grass
And poetry in the balmy night time breeze,
There is poetry using within the roaring blue green waves
And poetry whispering in dark mountain cavesThere is certainly poetry in the giggle of a child
Just as there is poetry in the deep green wild
Poetry is music and music is magic,
Poetry means almost everything to me
My sweet, tantalizing, bewitching girl.
