Poetry is nature
dancing with mind

a verse would
sprint out like the
most colourful bird
from a bush
completely unexpected
throwing a feast to our eyes

we cannot but oblige
with another verse
getting deep into us
for a scintillating verse
to complete the challenge
thrown by nature

like a flower, the poem blooms

out of our faintest expectation
nature might throw another verse
to lead us through its evolution game

blossoming of the mind

this goes on and on
until nature derives the stamp
of a mind that is working towards
its plan

a poem is nature flowering in words