Rhyming thoughts come randomly to mind,
No matter the subject, nor what kind.
Out in the country or in the town,
Words will come in to be written down.

What is to say about sky so blue?
Give me the words to say what is true.
Describe the beauty of living things.
Tell me of how a mockingbird sings.

Show me words to describe a sunset.
Allow my thoughts to act as a net
To capture words reflecting my soul,
Making my being seem sound and whole.

The words will paint a picture as art.
Thoughts come from the proverbial heart
To sculpt a grand vision of the mind,
In words and thoughts, the infinite kind.