The poet’s mind is hard to find-
creator of greater things.
There is nothing more that I adore –
find a better genius I implore.

The poet’s mind is hard to find-
creator of greater things.
The traveling breeze will blow, as will the fierce winter’s snow-
like the poet’s pen’s forever flow.

The poet’s mind is hard to find-
creator of greater things-
spring trees will sway, sun’s shining ray-
the poet’s thoughts pensively captivated by the simple complexity of the brilliant day.

The poet’s mind is hard to find-
creator of greater things –
Ideals of love that rise above,
embracing all that it entails.
The poet’s mind creates a romantic entity that will always prevail, a bitter insult to fail.

The poet’s mind is hard to find –
creator of greater things.
It will see not what is –
but what could be-
it will fly like the eagle, always free.

The poet’s mind is hard to find-
creator of greater things-
as faithful as the winter wind blows-
the poet’s pen will forever flow.