Does a poet hide in each one of us?

I jog and exercise usually in the mornings. A summer morning is friendlier than a winter one, which seldom makes me to step out of the house. Not until 10 AM in the morning during winter, does the sun shine and heat up the earth's surface to comfortable temperatures. Some days just go by with temperatures not reaching even the freezing point. Such days discourage me, for I am a person who loves to play in the sun, enjoy the heat, and sleep in the shade of the tree on any hot day.

Anyways, I write this article to express my "poetic" feelings that fill up my heart during those morning hours when I am on the track jogging and exercising. That's the time the poet in me wakes up, and describes the nature around me. He says:

The blue sky with no clouds to cover its beauty,
showers on me a spell that makes me forget every duty-
neither do I remember the time of the day,
nor do I care what's in my way.
Such is the ecstatic state of my heart
that the cool breeze touching my hair, eyes,
ears, and every part
and the long distant chirps of birds
sooth my tired senses and aching joints,
only making me to do more work and gain more points.
I lay down on the green grass with my nose pointing the blue sky,
my back resting on sharp edges of the grass and my eyes
watching every particle passing by,
I revisit all those happy moments of my life,
thinking why such things are usually not rife.
After few minutes, I console my confused soul that life will go on,
That I will still jog, enjoy, dream, and all my
woes will soon be gone.