I am sorry

I am not born t be a poet, I am sorry"
This is what you should not say,
Just open the window
And look out to hear
The wnd singing lullaby
To trees an creepers alike
And putting them to sleep
And look at the rebel bud
Wose green cap is blown away
And wo ashfully reveals
Hr face full of beauty
And seeing all these miracles
Don't you change yor harsh mind
And think at least for a moment
ofmaking a poem,O' mankid?
_hemant