Imagination generates creation.
Philosophy yields diversity.
Artistry births liberty.
Poetry weaves a tapestry.
Symphonies give way to harmony.
A lightning strike reflects without restraint;
Brushes glazed in brilliant prismatic paint;
A zipping energy through eager fingers;
Chords warbled from an inspired singer.
Ideas sprout like a fresh green scion,
Breaching through caked cracked clay;
Warm beams reach from a new horizon,
Maternal light feeding into primordial day.
I cherish the cherub at my chest,
A river coursing through my vessel,
Nourishing the sprightly sprig to manifest,
Cultivating something stand-alone and special.
Prying eyes see a dazzling enterprise.
But to endorse it, would be to force it.
To compel it, would be to stifle it.
To contain it, would be to maim it.
To immure it, would be to smother it.
To dominate would be to suffocate.
To force it, would be to abort it.
Because Truly:
Diversity yields philosophy.
Liberty births artistry.
The tapestry weaves poetry.
Harmony gives way to symphonies.
Thus: Creation generates imagination