Poetry is no complex game,
To which only the elite has claim,
Poetry lives in each man's heart,
It's been there right from the start.
There is poetry in the falling rain,
There is poetry in the rocking train.
Lightning etches poetry on the sky,
In a gurgling stream poetry flows by.
There is poetry in the fishermen's song,
Within a soldier's march past strong,
The wind whispers poetry to the trees,
A mother's lullaby touches poetry with ease.
Poetry infuses the air we breathe,
A volcano does with poetry seethe,
Children's innocent chatter has poetic strains,
As does the traffic on busy lanes.
Poetry is creation without false pride,
Poetry is setting all differences aside,
Poetry is every man's birthright,
From their emotions does it draw its might.
So claim back your right my dear friends,
Go out and create, set new trends,
Set poetry free, let it be born anew,
To be of the masses, not of a chosen few.
