finally a blank verse

One fine day, rainy afternoon, chimes swaying, thinking of things, verses they say are poetry and blank verse are those that doesnt rhyme. Life for the most part doesnt rhyme and yet it is still beautiful. Many of my own thoughts come in short verse. Simple yet complicated, until it grows... I think I have a seed, well rather many seeds in my mind that gives birth to thoughts and after three decades, these thoughts have taken root and would like to see sunshine and maybe grow into a tree. One fine day it is for them to finally find this space for expression to grow I hope. I thank God for the many insights that He gives me, the many lessons that are taught in simple verse.