to see the world in a grain of sand,
and heaven in a mere wildflower,
to hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and all of eternity in an hour,
to see the waves like ever-flowing life,
to see the moon as your beloved,
and every starry night as your safe space,
to picture hearts smiling and our souls slow-dancing in the dark,
to hear the whistle of the trees and listen to what they have to say,
to cherish every drop of rain, to find bliss every time the sky blushed in its rosy hues,
to find solace in merry giggles and simple moments of humanity, that's what we call poetry.
