We of minds so disposed,
we of hearts stronger than most,
we of feelings and emotions so powerful,
we of minds that rage like the sea,
we of countless thoughts and minds,
that whirl a million miles an hour,
oh, how powerful are we in our creativity,
how powerful are we,
and how glorious it is to be like the sea,
raging back and forth,
crashing upon the shore of our minds,
after bursting from our intellect,
with glorious wonder and spontaneity,
oh, how powerful are we in our creativity,
how powerful are we,
and how glorious it is to be like the sea,
ethereal and powerful, almighty and beautiful,
as the forces of nature create inside us those thoughts,
those bright beauteous,
magnificent thoughts that are conjured up from our dreams,
and how great are our dreams,
our dreams that we capture from memory,
and that we express in clay, and wood, and fabric,
and upon the page,
and upon the canvases in such expressive bursts,
bursts of creativity that we revel in,
from the moment of their creation,
to their magnificent and spectacular final forms,
that are hard fought and created in such intellectual storms,
and how happy creativity makes us,
and how happy are we,
we of minds so disposed,
we of hearts stronger than most,
we of feelings and emotions so powerful,
we of minds that rage like the sea,
we of intellect,
we of creativity and wit,
how glorious it is to use each and every one of our faculties,
and how the heart it beats when we create,
and how our eyes light up with such expressive exertions,
expressed so beautifully in our creativity.
