Poetry is everywhere
it is in the air
the wind
the sky
and the pines.
Poetry laces the world
it is the dust of the universe.
The stars in the night sky are poetry,
the leaf floating on the breeze,
the water escaping to the sea,
in the love that you have for me.
Poetry is in the mind, on the tongue.
It shows in you, it shows in me,
in the living,
in the dead,
even in between.
If one thing is evident
this it may be
that poetry can be found in every single thing.