Opposing Poetry

POETRY DOESN'T ALWAYS COME TO ME TIPTOEING IN A VEIL OF IMAGINATION OR RAGING LIKE A TURBULENT STORM IT DOES EMERGE WHEN WAKING UP, I GAZE AT THE ENCHANTING VERMILLION SKY AT DAWN, MAJESTIC SUN RISING IN THE HORIZON.  IT DOES WHEN GORGEOUS SUNFLOWERS IN MY GARDEN BLOOM, FLAUNTING THEIR MESMERIZING GOLDEN PETALS! MY HEART LEAPS AND FLUTTERS LIKE A BUTTERFLY ENRAPTURED WITH COLOURS IT DOES WHEN A MURMURING RIVER CROONS A TALE OF PASSIONATE LOVE SPLASHING THE PEBBLES WITH TENDER KISSES! Poetry comes to me rushing in a chariot of imagination, not tiptoeing like a bride! Doesn't emerge, unless I gaze at vermillion sky, majestic sun setting at ocean,  It doesn't, unless glorious sunflowers bloom in my garden, petite and shy, until My heart quivers and shivers like dewdrops, in euphoria,  Poetry disappears unless I listen to a brook humming a tale of romantic love...  When the rocks are caressed by the rivulet with wild emotions!