The poets

The poets
by cricketjeff on September 19, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Each day she writes a million words
To try to set your spirit free
She puts them in the mouths of birds
And I then call it poetry
  And you in turn write down your heart
  So that the world can clearly see
  That paradise must have a start
  And that is known as poetry
Now you and nature take your turn
To show me all your history
I’m glad that I have come to learn
That I can call it poetry
    Each day you write in perfect words
    Perfection I call poetry