Nob'Dy's 'Ere

Beauties of Nature we live in unsated Like the slithery grace of a seal Melodies heard recreated Views and perspectives revealed 'Tis easy as sitting and reading a book To the sound of a trickle slow brook There's a personal magic in rhythm and rhyme Intensively spelling and racing in time Always alone as created Painting pictures with words no one reads writing songs that nob'dy sings Carving dragons that nob'dy looks at Sculptures that nob'dy sees Whispering softly in thunderous chaos Not shouting for nob'dy's ears Looking through frosted glass windows In silence that nob'dy hears At visions of down flowing raindrops Changing to fast falling tears 'Tis a wet clinging foggy impression Of a poet that nob'dy fears Eternally seeking perfection A summit that nob'dy nears