The first poem I wrote from randomly selected words
Song
Rivers
Divine
Storm
Winter
Curtain
Constellations
Rain, rain, rain,
Trickling, dropping, gushing.
Rain is like a song,
Nature’s divine song.
Little droplets flying to earth
Create a heavenly curtain,
Then join the rippling rivers
And seep back into the ground.
But look up in the midst of the storm
In the cold and wet of winter:
See the lights glinting off each tiny drop,
As new constellations are born.
A Penguin Comes to Tea 