An idea can float from the clouds on a breeze:
It can settle on rooftops or nestle in trees.
You can easily catch one from a blackbird who sings –
And also from minibeasts or other small things.
An idea can just slap you bang, hard on your nose –
But sometimes they tickle when they land on your toes.
They can come gently wafting on the scent of a flower
Or perhaps from the clock when it next chimes the hour.
An idea can come softly from words overheard –
Or perhaps in your garden from a bee or a bird.
An idea can attack you with words that strike hard -
And just when you’re resting: they show no regard.
Ideas come quietly and they’ll land in your mind.
It’s when you’re not looking that they hit you, I find.
When you’re quietly relaxing with Dad or with Mum –
And suddenly!!! Oh goodness!!! It’s then that one comes.
An idea can spring up from a thought in your head –
And disturb you maybe whilst you’re dreaming in bed.
An idea can come from a scene in your mind –
Oh carry on searching and your own you will find.
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