All things that instill and consume the mind,
float around giving us ideas to spawn.
That is the process we all use to muse,
creating the images we leave in our words.
Visions of butterflies floating on air,
after metamorphosis sets them to flight.
Crystal blue lakes sparkling in the days sun,
with the trout jumping high in to the air.
Private thoughts at times shared with those who read,
bringing them into our deepest feelings.
Releasing our inhibitions and soul,
laying it down for all to understand.
This is a poet’s sole undertaking,
as he or she spills out their special verse.
great piece!