Nick Sym - Creativity

I lay serenely in a grassy field,
away from civilization, all alone
My thoughts begin to wander,
I let my imagination roam

Billowy clouds pass above so slowly,
forming a spectacle of unusual scenes
Creamy white creations,
that could only come within my dreams

Elephants, rabbits, ducks and geese,
afloat on a canvas of blue
The angels fashioned all this for me,
my very own painting to view

We all have the gift of reflection,
and with this let your paintbrush flow
it will be the seed of meaningful expression,
that your mind will sow.

By Nick Sym

Nick Sym

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