The Wandering Mind

The mind wanders from ground to the sky From the humming bee to flitting butterfly And it tarries a while upon the blank paper To spill a poem from the hand of a writer The mind flies from treetop to the cloud It sits by the stream to relax and sings aloud Back into the room it comes and pretends Sleeping but comes alive from a poet's hands The mind climbs up the cliff and feels free It swims against tides across the restless sea Into the choking depth of an ocean it can sink Back in the den a poem is crafted in paper and ink