Meaning of Poetry

I Don’t Know, I don’t know how i end up in this situation. 

Wondering and asking what is it? It was at the time i felt clueless. 

It was Poetry O folks. Coming as a rushing blizzard with it meaning.

I didn’t know what to say, my mouth was cold in hold.

I start writing in an empty white page, White as the white snow,

I wrote the first line with my thought deep below. 

I tried but it wasn’t enough, Enough to really

comprehend the meaning of Poetry. 

the pure verse, when it finally comes, will sound like

the Rowan Tree being push by the wind

from the East to the West. 

No hurry it’s Poetry.