The Creative Spirit 7 Poem by DM W

O he felt like a god with worlds at his command!
Where he sprang from, no- one could comprehend.
All artists, poets and prophets across the land
Flocked to see one whose will would never, ever bend.
He give birth to a thousand wild, blazing flowers.
He captured the stars, suns and moons of his dreaming
In prose and verse that expressed the source of his power.
He spoke wisely, like the Tao, of ten thousand things.