Poem

From the last standing tree In a lonely forest
From the great ocean sea Bathing in the sunset
everything I see ... Is poem to me
From the buzzing honey bee in a red field of roses
From the whimsical jumping flea That makes a dog scratch vigorously
Then chase his tail playfully

From the sun shinning brightly To the birds flying freely
And singing in harmony
Everything around me And everything I see
Is poem to me.