Felt like writing a poem about the bees , happiness untold.
Felt like thinking of a masterpiece, of God's huge world.
Wanted to write something fantastic, something helpful and nice.
And have a bit of praise here, to make me feel good.

But when you think about it, about those reasons,
About getting inspiration from God's creations, you think about it seriously,
And take some time for thought, and end up thinking about,
How if Father never made these things, you'd never have a subject.

And since you'd never have a subject, nor a memory to own,
You'd never write that poem, or story being told.
And SINCE you'd never write, that story or that rhyme,
You'd never get that praise, that makes you filled with pride.

So, while I wanted to write a poem, think of a masterpiece,
And get my muse to cooperate, maybe I should just sit back,
And let God give me some words. Because after all,
He's my inspiration, my favorite author anyways