I am a Poet tree
I am a song bird
I nest in the poet tree of your mind.
I am not a wrong word
I am a story
I am your heart
a vision
a decision to start.
I am the fiery blood in your veins
the paint that stained the canvas
I choose to answer us
our need for inspiration
and education
that wants to be freed.
I am the need which sails like a ship
from your lips
to say hello
the lovely yellow
of the sun
love letters written by the ton
I am human I am more
I am pages written
I am a musical score.
I am the mind that grasps
the ultimate question
and yet wants to still ask
I am the love that stayed to task
that fights on
I am the choirs of voices
that made positive choices.