Pen in hand, waiting for the ideas to come
Years of experience run through the mind
As I waited, the memories of my life flew in
Through the window, a bird watched
Wondering where to go, it lingered back,
Afraid to move; Afraid to say the wrong thing

With a SPARK of inspiration, it flew
Soaring over the trees and across the sky
Never to fall, it continued on
Looking around, it took the surroundings in,
Soaking in the scenery

Wishing for SOMETHING, ANYTHING, it searched
Scavenging the world to find the truth,
Searching for the right things to express
As it moved through, a wall appeared,
Blocking the bird
With a strong flap of its wings, it ascended over

Reaching the perfect INSPIRATION
The pen began to scratch the paper
Creating a tale of wonder