Words

Words swirling, flying about
As if they are attacking me.
Words coming from my head
Just wanting to be set free.

Words that tell the story
Of the daily life I live.
Words that paint a picture,
To My Beloved, I will give.

Letters form the syllables
And syllables form the words
Words then come together
And soar just like the birds.

Words that let me describe
The beauty on this earth
Words that help to quantify
What all this beauty is worth.

Words that offer a description
Of the daily wonders that I see
Things that populate my world
And do bring such joy to me.

Descriptive words, in sentences
That sometimes need to rhyme,
Words congregated in such a way
Their meaning lasts for all time.