~ From Such Is Poetry...~

Comes a time, when souls swim green
Takes of time its soft and sultry
As cotton wind on feathered feelings
Soaking up Buttercups, and just thinking

An inkling, of what might brightly bloom
Ginger berries, manifesting mushrooms
Frolicking fairies, glowing golden wings
The softness subtle and the quiet sings

Comes a time, when the world so still
Echoes nothing, but dreams fulfilled
Become a garden, of dancing lights
Birthing beauty and creativity, excites

From such, is poetry and artistry born
And all the world, with color adorned
Oh, how delicious it would be
To taste of life, a Lily....