Magic And Wonder Versus Sterility. Poem by DM W

There's a profound magic in the creative mind.
For certain wild artists and poets, it washes
Over them suddenly, like a tidal wave or
It strikes them instantly like lightning. They absorb
Nature's sublime power. Yet for others it is
A very different matter. For those ones of
A more pedantic persuasion, their view of things
is blinkered by custom and habit. For they
See the world, as bereft of magic and wonder,
As deserts are of water. Dryness claims their souls!