How should a poem be?
Crystalline, mirrored the placid lake
Stately like me, intoned the tree
Free flowing, gurgled the river
Spontaneous and lively, crooned a bird
Fragrantly enticing, droned the bee
Captivating, laughed the butterfly.
How about colorful? Asked the flowers
Deep and meaningful, averred the vale
With certain majesty, echoed the hills.
Refreshing, whispered the summer breeze
Mellow. Evocative. Crackled autumn's leaves
So, deep within the inspiring woods
I scribbled and scrawled and hastened
To proudly dedicate my poem...
All nature burst into splits !
Oh, you poor nitwit !
The soul of nature cannot be conveyed
Except with the breath of immortality!