Now poetry was passed down
Long ago; thru a cloudy band
And the lightened grey galaxies
A mix of matter of time and climes
And down it came
To the swooshing trees
And the singing waterfalls
Passing thru some medium
On a trading South wind venture
Via the wildest rides of Nature
Thru rivulets of patched roads
Greeting a hound of seekers
Lord; this light of Thine
I pray, let it shine
This little share of poetry in me
Sings with music even in a lullaby

Study Question: What do you make of this ‘creation story’ of poetry ?