Poetry like Honey



The words so many I write

The words beautifully I arrange

Lyrics flows, lyrics are art

And art is the pillar of my courage.


In the morning they’re the songs I sing,

The beats I dance, the rhythm I love,

Birds love to join me, as they flap their wings

The soft morning rays spreads the sweet tunes far,

Into the furthest eastern horizon, the winds sways the melodies

Words beautifully arranged is a bliss.


The moon is low and happy

The wind is fair, the music flair

Dogs are docile. Owls are holy;

Not any fear do I care

Not a tear I can’t bear,

for I’ve got words to write, poetry like honey