I listed the things that I didn't see
Million words that the wind whispered
The beauty of the trees, those leaves
Innocence of crying children
The significance of color, to the eyes that are blind
A rainbow to cheer up, every once in a while
The frustration and anger,
They all pass by.

What is inspiration, if you don't see it clear?
Memories of the good old days
Or a song that makes you smile
It's about giving; it's all about life.
It had been there all along
Like a shadow, it followed all the time.

Original poetry written by @praxantp

Inspired by @dobartim