Inspiration

I love to soar o’er fields of purest white
Where blooming words in beauty softly lie.
I fly with cranes beneath the morning light".
And as I gaze, the world begins to fly!

How boundless stretch the vast and  blueish sky !
"Where shall I go?" my restless soul now sighs.
In the distance, thunderous clouds billow high,
And squally winds begin to whistle loud

The calm gave way to tempest wild and vast.
The thunder roars; the lightning splits the air.
Above my head, doubts circle, swift and wild.
‘Sit down now!’ my thoughts begin to cry.

Doubts rise, unclear, like shadows in the breeze,
Through art’s vast fields, unreaped, they stray.
The stillness falls — and whispers in the trees,
As storm clouds fade, and winds bring peace,
Delighting me today.

From doubts, new lines of beauty start to grow,
Transforming into poems, bright and true,
At times, like diamonds’ brilliance, they will glow —
At times, they’re dull, unworthy of review.