Hint of inspiration
Flows right in my sight
Musical connotation
Whispers in my mind
The world around me
Sing its own tone
I watch the little bee
Its wings seem to sing
The nature it sways
Along with the wind
It happens everyday
Though nothing ever stays
The world it inspires
Every train of thought
Though it is rarely realized
And it's hardly ever sought
The soil, flowers, and trees
They bloom
Waiting for that moment
Waiting just for you
The boy he sits under the tree
It sways as he writes
His muse always with him
Also swaying with delight
The muse of inspiration
Lives in natures dwelling
Following who needs it
Though never really telling
It follows those
Ones with thought of creations
It just sits and watches
Waiting to give some inspiration