INSPIRATION

Inspiration

As the poet strolled the garden path
Lamenting his wordless state,
Perfume carried on the breeze
Gave him cause to turn.
On a bush beside the lane
Was a bloom of such beauty,
For a moment he forgot to breathe.
Though many others surrounded it,
In his eyes it had no peer.
Its blush and fragrance,
Its perfect symmetry,
In his heart he thought,
It's mine; I found it and must possess it.
He reached to snatch his prize,
But recoiled, surprised by pain
Back down the path he ran.
To his chamber; to his paper and his pen.
His hand still throbbing, he began to write.
Life is a wonderful garden
Filled with beauty and pain...