Inspiration: On Inspiration's Source

On inspiration, there's much can be said;
By whom, or by what is man ever led?

Clouds floating onward oft billowing by,
Thunder and lightning foreboding the sky;

Rainbow's soft colors a huge pot of gold,
Sweltering summer, the jolt of ice cold;

Birthing of new lambs announcing it's spring,
Fresh apple blossoms, canaries that sing;

Thoughts of an angel protecting one's own,
New revelation, a light that is shown;

Twinkle of star dust, a universe free,
Love of one another, one's destined to see;

Scent of a rosebud, a sweet drop of dew,
Footprint of a child, or one un-tied shoe;

Soft, floating feathers, a loon's piercing cry,
A loved one's passing, the saying 'goodbye';

Glow of a sunrise proclaiming new day,
Struggle of bright leaves not destined to stay;

Thus, inspiration whatever its source,
A unique pathway predestined, its course.

Inspiration comes from many different things.