The wind kicks up,
And the pages turn.
I stop what I'm doing
As my mind begins to burn.
Newfound inspiration comes to me
As I am visited by the muse.
My words begins to flow
And my pen finds its use.
It isn't my own thoughts,
But nature's influence that guide my hand.
The rustling trees whisper tome,
And I weave the words in a single strand.
Letter by letter,
Word by word,
The pages fill
So my thought'll be heard.
Thanks to Nature's Inspiration.