The Neverending Book - 37. Creativity

Creativity

The true artist can create anything from nothing.
They see Silver & Gold in the tiniest something.
From their heart they will stem, what will be before them.
They’ll grow it. They know it.
Through their mind this all perfectly transcends.
This is how their ability twists & bends
If the World was their Oyster,
They create their own Pearl.
Feel their Power now swish & swirl!
Like a Twister in the dessert it will Twist & Twirl!
See their current now creatively Curl.
As their winds howl, swish, & Whirl!
It's is quiet at first, like all things Deadly.
But when it comes time, they'll burst with their medley!
Through their hands shoots their Rainbow Mist!
See them now transform all in their midst!
Without making a fist! They'll easily enlist while everything around them is magically kissed!
Once they get started,
nothing stops them from going,
Once they get started
Nothing stops them from flowing,
While their tree is magically growing.
As their soul shines,
As it is playfully glowing!
Nothing can stop their stars in the sky,
From shining so bright once painted so high.
Luminescent in all of their tiny, little Glories,
Each telling their own Cosmic Stories.

They are beautiful & mysterious.
They are fun yet serious.
They are careless yet tedious.
A song writer, a story teller, a mountain climber, a cave dweller,
a treasure maker, a cookie Baker, an Earth Quaker! A movie maker!
Their revolution, their revelation,
their evolution, their elevation,
A mystical magician a magical musician, A valiant orchestra in its wonderful position.
Do you like their song?
Would you take a listen?
Do you like their story?
Read now as it will glisten!
They build their own kingdom. They build their own nation, all from their imagination,
All from their very creation.
Not a doubt,
No hesitation.
Always plating, never rating, never waiting for creating.
Never hiding emanating.
Always something for creating!
As they produce every file, as they flow just like the Nile.
As they walk through every mile.
As they pile, all the while, as they smirk, & as they smile!
Wonderfuly written their books truly are;
Giving messages to all those near and far.
Their destinies are to inspire many.
In the beginning their worth was that of a penny.
The seed of their tree,
This is how they are free.
This you must admit.
This you must agree.
This is their Story.
How it is written to be.
Can’t you tell?
Can’t you see.?
This was their cost.
This was their fee.
In order for them,
To now take glee.
Count:

1,

2,

AND now count:
3!!!

Watch them now burst with their medley!
How fast it is cast how vast with a blast!
How nothing gets in the way, not the future nor the past.

How, now it is going to forever last,
As they scream and shout"Ahoy, at last!"
It is like an implosion.
A vast explosion!
Their very own ocean with scattered commotion and erosion.
Like a boy with a toy he’ll have so much joy,
Like a pirate with a hook, he’ll shout “Maties, ahoy!”
Like a girl with a twirl, she’ll like like a new pearl.
Her hair falls perfectly with every curl.
Like a magicians trick, it’s like magic!
With a flick of his stick he’ll find the card that you pick!
Do not protest to the best for they have earned their crest.
They have passed every test & are now blessed.
This is all In their head.
This is why they are ahead.
They did this instead of going to bed.
Do you think you can stop them?
You think you can?
They’ll create whether or not,
they have a single fan!
They hungry artist works truly hardest,
When they believe their creations to be bold yet modest.
They only wish to inspire us so,
To fill our minds with what they now know.
They different in the ways their winds blow.
The life they live is not controlled by this World.
Nothing can steal,
nothing can snatch what they hold.
They do this not from they have been told.
They make their own silver.
They create their own gold.
All while their soul is simply thriving.
All while their Spirit is simply striving.
It is loud.
It is proud.
It draws its own crowd.
It is silent it is still.
It is a silent thrill.
A messenger praying,
A child playing,
An animator saying,
“My little creations…
My tiny animations…
Shall spread through the nations…
Creating more procreations…”