when the rain hits the
water of the canals
spider webs are formed
to make the spiders
crawl and make you feel
the soundless hairs of their
feet
somehow you must seek the
aid
of an original thought
the magic of imagination
to see the needles of the pines
on the rain
you must learn to plant those trees
on the linings of your iris
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-power-of-imagination-is-here/
