In the deep dark forest

I often go to be alone,

to write in my blue notebook,

away from the net or cell phone

It's better to write alone

among crowds I don't do so well,

with leaves falling down, gentle air,

my Muse whispers louder than a Bell

Some want so much for so little

make things easier, no struggle at all,

but Diamonds are formed under pressure,

better to stand out than hug a wall

When I  first started down Poetry

didn't think I had anything to say,

only thought I had 3-4 good poems,

I felt I would soon lose my way

But like the sight of a Beautiful Woman

or the dawning of a sunrise too,

I felt words like raindrops, softly fall,

that drew my heart to you

To poetry, I never thought I would say

how you colored my soul, with Love,

my pen whispers in silent black ink,

the gift given from my Father Above