The Soul of a Unwritten Poem

The Soul of an Unwritten Poem A tear slides slowly down a baby’s cheek Wind in the trees and the grass Deer in the meadow so quiet and meek Sunlight through coloured glass Sounds of water in a brook in the spring Clouds making shapes in the sky The sweetness of birds when they start to sing What it must feel like to fly The feeling you get watching moonlight on leaves Or watching your children now grown This my heart and mind truly believes Is the soul of an unwritten poem.