A Thousand Poems
I could write a thousand poems of the beauty surrounding and still fall short of expressing it.
There is just an indescribable beauty in the air that cannot be contained. How can one even begin to speak of the wind; of the restless leaves bursting forth toward the sunlight; of the songs of birds that we awaken to; of the coolness and the heat; of the sounds of swaying forests; and of the life that is making its way into the world for the very first time – even when life seems to be repeating itself?
How can one begin? It is easy to begin, but nearly impossible to complete the task, whether with one poem or a million.