The silent stream,
Rising from souls,
Continuous and fathomless,
That stream of words,
-is poetry
The storm of thoughts,
Rising in minds,
Creates a world,
A world of imagination,
That beautiful world,
-is poetry
Feelings are threaded,
And a blanket is woven,
Which wraps around one,
In the season of autumn,
That blanket of warmth,
-is poetry.
Words lead us to a life,
Of peace and serenity,
A life of Supreme tranquility,
That divine life,
-is poetry.
Ruby Moses Ezekiel
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ode-to-poetry/
