The Poet And The Pencil
I would sing the breeze to dance
Endlessly, flawlessly
I would weave sounds
To the delight of the deaf
Whilst they dance and prance
If I were a poet
I'd phonate and steal attention
Ne'er go a day without being mentioned
The trees would still their dances
In humble salutation
If I were a poet
The cosmos would gather round
To admire this piece of mine
But I am not a poet
God is the poet
Although Adesola provides his own answer, what do you think? Is he the poet or merely the pencil?
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