It was as any spring day,
In 2018,
In the two years since then,
I've written whole world's,
I've sung wishes to dreams,
It's been two years since then,
As I was only 13,

As I wandered the green,
Listening to the bumbling,
To the buzzing of bees,

Looking for someone,
As I crossed the damp ground,
Looking for someone,
Who might notice my frown,

I had noticed the calling,
The croaking of crows,

Dragonflies, as they zipped by,
As butterflies danced in the oaks,
As boughs shook with the force,
Of the winds, blowing cold,

As I spun to the south,
Pointing out at the Sun,
As I sang to myself,
And frightfully, I wished,
That I could be someone else,

When I realized my words,
Could not yet fly without me,
That I mustn't abandon them,
Way up on their shelf,

I realized,
Without them,
I would not be myself,

And so I decided to sing,
To write them in the sky,
To paint the clouds with mysteries,
And magic,
In July,

I realized, all that I wanted,
Was to see my little dragons fly,

I didn't want the dusky coppers,
And the Alpine blue's,
To fly so soon,

As the little wings,
Like little things,
Were waning,
Too soon,

The lycaenidae lineage,
Was fading into the blue,

I realized if I wrote my words,
If I sang them to a tune,
Then maybe I might just be able,
To keep them here 'till June

And so my poems sprang forth,
From the grass,
And the Earth,

From the Snapdragon stems,
And the marigold blooms,

So here I dance,
And here I sing,
So here I stand,
As I marvel at spring,

I'll write you a verse,
Or perhaps, even two

So here I am, World,
Writing poems,

For You...

© The Aeth Aero

* this was based off of the prompt: how did you come to be a writer? Feel free to post your own stories/poems about how you became a writer/poet if you want... I'm curious to see how others beside myself got into poetry*

P.S. I took the photo, by the way... and I'm super proud of it too.