Spring Afternoon

It’s so hard to write

Poetry when I’m happy

When my soul overflows

With indescribable joy

At the sight of every

Blade of grass, the sound

Of every single bird

My thoughts are deep,

Don’t get me wrong,

But they are not words

To write a cage in

Which a joyful bird

Wishes to remain is no

Easy task, for he will

Delight in his freedom.

And how can I find words

When I am as a child

Gaping in awe at all

That my daddy has given

Me?

I'm praying for you!

:)