“I am sorry, I cannot make a poem”
this is what you should never say .
Just open the window and peep out to hear
The wind is saying lulaby
Totrees and creepersa alike
putting them to sleepbutl ook at the rebel bud
whose green cap is blown aay
Revealing it’s facefullof beauty
and doesn’t this miracle of nature
Inspire you to make a poem O’ mankind?