My inspiration Creative writing

My inspiration oh what could it be could it be the birds singing in the breeze or the flowers with subtle hues or is it the strength of the tree its naked branches twisting in the winter sky, waiting for its regal robe of spring. 

The scent and sound of the summer rain the smell of fresh dug dirt, the crispness of the first fall morning.  Butterflies, Blossoms and Bounty  oh, how do I choose? 

Inspiration comes from the sunrise the sunset and the air that we breathe.  I find my inspiration the moment I step outside.