Like a stream flowing to an ocean,

An eagle flying over the mountains,

The sun peeking through the trees,

A vision comes to me.

The smell a warm aroma,

The taste a tantalizing treat,

The feel a rose’s petals,

The sight one that cannot be missed,

Visions become ideas.

Like the ending of a soulful song,

A story coming to an end,

The plays final curtains rise,

Ideas transform and a poem is evolved.