Meet the Poet

The words of a daisy and their sunshine yellow

Atop a hill, confident in its petals

To shine its light for the others to see

A lighthouse of flowers

Kind as can be

There is no frost, but dew on the horizon

Dew from a drop that has never been frozen

Its moon be its sun when the night does arise

To grow in darkness is to know what is wise

The daisy but pictures the rock at its feet

To bend its face in order to see

That the rock has a shape in a form of its own

The waters of past have smoothed the stone

But sparkles in the sunlight, the rays show its glimmer

The twinkle of a star right in the center

To see a rock smile, you have to look at it just so

The gleam of the glint of the hillside of peace

To look around and notice all of these

Is to look at the earth and see all its worth

And know that the dust of the rock and the daisy and the star

Each have their own story of how they got so far

Inspired by the richness of words,

I find my niche inside poetry.

It is where my soul finds meaning,

in old books with their dusty smells.

Maybe it's just me, but I like to think that

the worn cover of a dusty book somehow adds wisdom to the pages, even if it doesn't.

I love seeing the character it presents, no matter the critique.

They say to never judge a book by its cover, and yet we all do.

Throughout life, I have been engrossed in poetry and what it means to truly live and be alive.

My journey here starts with a mindset of peace, but also with the hopes of uncovering the little idiosyncrasies of human life and how we connect to our universe.

I hope my words inspire you to write your own poems,

or delve into your own story in a way that you never thought to before.

We are each so unique with our own stories.

To be proficient in anything is a blessing,

but to know yourself is a gift that cannot be measured.

Happy reading!