Bud of Poetic Beauty

In the garden of life, a tender bud unfurls,

A poet's heart, where creativity whirls.

Words like petals, delicate and fine,

A symphony of emotions, an artist's design.

With ink as dewdrops, on parchment's embrace,

The poet's pen dances, revealing grace.

In rhythmic lines, thoughts begin to bloom,

Unveiling secrets, dispelling gloom.

Oh, tender bud of verse, so fragile yet strong,

Embracing emotions, righting every wrong.

Through metaphors and similes, dreams take flight,

The poet's soul dances in the moonlight.

Each stanza a journey, each word a tale,

A tapestry woven with passion and detail.

The tender bud blooms, releasing its scent,

Inviting readers to wander, to lament.

In whispered whispers and silent cries,

The poet's heart reveals its hidden ties.

To love, to loss, to the beauty unseen,

The tender bud of poetry knows no routine.

So let the words flow, like a gentle stream,

Capturing moments, like a fleeting dream.

For in the tender bud, magic lies,

A poet's essence, under starlit skies.

May the tender bud of poetry forever endure,

Nurtured by muses, vibrant and pure.

In the realm of words, let the poet reside,

And let the beauty of verse forever abide.