In the quiet corners of a sunlit room,
Billy Collins’ poetry dances with the light,
Each verse a soft whisper to the soul,
Embracing moments that feel just right.
He paints with simplicity and grace,
Everyday scenes that breathe and live,
A master of capturing fleeting time,
In words that endlessly give.
Through his eyes, the mundane transforms,
Into worlds unseen, yet deeply felt,
A stroll through his lines reveals,
The beauty in which thoughts melt.
So let us sit and ponder still,
The gentle whispers of his art,
For in the words of Billy Collins,
We find the echoes of our heart.