You Do Not Feel Inspired

Though the wild birds are singing in the wood nearby

Of literary inspiration your well has run dry

Though wafting in the breeze of a sunny Summer's day

The sweet scent of freshly mowed grass for silage or hay

For to write anything today you feel too mentally tired

To write something original you do not feel inspired

Though the balmy air is full of the buzzing of flies and bees

And white butterflies are seemingly dancing in the breeze

With the sun on their dark wings chirping as they fly

The swallows are chasing flying insects in the sky

Such a beautiful day for to feel alive

Just to go for a walk or a country drive

Yet it is a sad thing for you for to say

That you cannot feel inspired for to write today.