She looks at photographs

And it makes her want to write
As she writes in her room
I see the light is just right

I take the camera
I start playing about
Some of those photos
Are the best I ever had

As she writes on
Browsing at more pictures
I keep capturing
Different images

As I take those photos
I can't help but think
This cycle of art
Is worth everything

Every smile, every cry
Is now justified,
Every photo ever taken
Is works of thoughts and works of gold

And as this cycle keeps turning
I can only hope it never ends
With each thing that inspires us
We can inspire others-
And those it turns, again and again