Inspiration is the water that clings to cobwebs;
The rain that pours down mercilessly;
The sun that shines unforgivably;
The wind that blows heartily;
And the snow that falls softly.
It is the chocolate éclairs that melt in the mouth;
The smell of dinner wafting from the kitchen;
The feel of calluses that grew from hard work;
The sound of sweet music from a friend’s guitar.
Inspiration is the friend who says hello;
The boyfriend who gives kisses;
The girlfriend who makes lunch;
The mother who tucks you in.
It is the scene from the window of a passing train;
The everyday scene of the tram you catch every day;
The scene of kids messing about on the bus;
The peaceful river scene you see as you walk to school.
Inspiration is a rose from the garden;
A shadow in the bedroom;
A letter in the mailbox;
Or a candle in the bathroom.
It is the thought you got when you watched tv;
A song that was played on the radio;
A funny story on the internet;
An intriguing article in the newspaper.
Inspiration comes in our dreams;
Wakes us from our daydreams;
Becomes our living fantasies;
Takes us into our nightmares.
It is the flow of water trickling down the stream;
The thunder of lightning on a thundery day;
The crashing of waves along the Victorian coastline;
The sweltering heat on a scorching summer day.
Inspiration is nowhere,