can’t you feel a story waiting to be told?

can’t you hear the impossible whisper?

can’t you imagine the grasses alive?

don't you see it?

maybe it’s all in my head

twisting ideas swirling in my head

it’s real to me

don’t you see it?

only one way to pour out

the storm of imagination in my thoughts

hide them in a stanza or two

don’t you see it?

Now, you can see it.