Different Poetry

It will be different, Surely a different poetry That I will write now, Thus I promise, Then I begin to depict An unpleasant land in an unpleasant way, Sweet birds do not sing there, Gentle breeze does not blow, Beautiful flowers never bloom, Everything is barren and ugly, After writing some lines, I ask myself, "Is this my poetry? I can't believe, " Being frustrated, I stop writing And delete all the lines immediately. Then I take rest for a while, Suddenly I feel someone whispering to my ears, "Dear friend! Depict a pleasant land with a pleasant soul, That's your real identity as a poet, You are always the best for this And this way you will be a blithe spirit at the end."