Beauty is a bird that Sings to the heart, while pleasing the eyes <br />She refuses to be caged because freedom is her life blood <br />Only can a free soul be truly beautiful, for limitations are <br />clips to the wings of her slendor golden body of lust <br /> <br />The bird sings in her angelic voice changing the hearts of many <br />And within her music flows the secret of elagance. <br />Perched on a tree she rests her tired wings, sleep over comes her. <br />She is awakened by another song, the song of the northern winds <br /> <br />Wisdom are the winds that blow from the north, Cool and Mystical <br />These winds give flight to beauty as the world begins to unfold <br />A wise eye can see the beauty that the song could never show <br />and the wind that brings a tear to the eye is knowledge. <br /> <br />Confidence is the rain that falls beneath the horizon <br />He is moved by the winds of wisdom with percision <br />When the rain falls even in failure is something learned <br />And nourished by the rain are the flowers of creativity. <br /> <br />Creativity the beloved flower of the poet, who hears the wisdom <br />Watches the birds fly and the rains fall and when drenche <br />in the rain, proceeds to create a very special thing. <br />The soul in which can be reached through balance of wind rain and song.<br /><br />Darryl (Daristotle) McMillan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birth-of-a-poet-2/
