Beautiful Discovery Poem by Victoria Revier

Poetry is like a sweet trickle,
The nectar of the creek of paradise
Tired of gathering dust,
The magic shall do so no longer
As the wispy wind caresses my face,
It twists up and around the old oak
Each level making you leap with happy suprise
The spines making you gasp
How much sacrafice is this worth?
I know a friend,
She knows the true meaning of this living flesh
Go ask her about this wonderment.
Poetry is like a beautiful mystery, waiting for the right mind to solve it, And discover an unseen world of untapped meaning.