What Is Poetry?

What is poetry? Is it the starry dawn? Is it the contemplative aura? Is it the sweet song of the brook? Is it the music of unspoken words? Is it the moon reflected on the windy hill? Is it the golden breath of alabaster Source? Is it the eternal breath of the rose? Is it the sweet and sour life? Is it the joyful chirp of a sparrow? Is it the insatiable thirsty of our soul? Is it the sky that wipes away its humble tears? Is it the insignificant lily that stands proudly? Is it the rainbow that embraces our mourning soul? Is it the stormy sea that roars our irrevocable fate? Is it the winged wind that escapes from the peaceful sphere? Is it the decorated boat waiting for its turn? Really, really, I don't know, I don't know. one thing is clear, one thing is clear; that I am an infant who has been nurtured by His spirit...