THE WORLD BE A POEM
From sunrise until sunset pictures sit and stand everywhere,
Words are seen from our minds that form beautiful descriptions.
A painting seen each day from different views, always changing,
The sun shining in morning light, glow from a changing moon in the night.
The stars shining far up high, on a clear, still, Fall night,
Mountains that have stood throughout time, they change as we change.
A boat ride across a lake on a warm, Summer night, something to write,
When Winter visits, a sleigh ride through the snow, through the trees we go.
To stand on the wet sandy shore staring out at the ocean is of pleasure more,
From the waterfalls to rivers, deserts or forests, pages of stories told with a pen.
The world be a poem, if never written then never be it told, write it before it’s gone.