Thoughts (I Spawned A Million) Poem by Rani Turton

I spawned a million thoughts, that taking form,
Whispered with the wind and gave birth
To a million more; some crept into a hollow bough
Nestled there, and went to sleep.
Some weary thoughts tiptoed into the woods,
Found an ancient tomb, and touching the weathered stone,
Said a prayer and moved away. As in a dream,
Others listened to the wind and the sapphire stream
Singing as it ran daintily on, tripping along
Over boulders and pebbles rubbed smooth like glass;
And yet some more winged their way
Into a marbled paradise, to keep fears at bay;
Stringing words into rhyme, and then
Over strange lands and unknown races they flew
Until they stopped, paused and saw you.