When I discovered poetry,
The world suddenly sparkled anew:
A leaf seemed special,
A flower divine;
A song lit a wound inside.
The face of a lonely child,
The moonlight – mournful and mild,
The scent of a flower borne along the breeze,
A shell, lying on a sandy beach,
The waves splashing to and fro—
A baby sparrow chirping for more.
All this seemed to touch a place—
The tenderest spot upon my heart;
So that my heart would ache for joy,
And soar up high on gossamer wings—
Listening to a small child as she sings.
Then words became my special friends,
My time with them I would spend;
To try and express the joy I feel
To be part of such a magical world!