There is poetry in the sun, the clouds, and the hail,
In the coffee-cup, the biscuit, the spade and the pail.
Poetry peeps at me from the fields, meadows and heath
There is live poetry in life, mute poetry in death.
There is poetry, poetry all around...
In each song, painting, tears, and sound.
God writes poetry in all His creations,
But He is the greatest of bards.
We write poetry with brushes, songs and pens,
In colours, in melody and with words.

               ~Chrysalis~

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