I want to be poet Sometimes I want to be a poet. I want to express myself in the poetry. When I wake up in a faeries dawn, my eyes are still closed. The birds are singing. My face are brushed by the breeze. The air is filled with aromas of flowers. A ray of sun opens my eyes. Drops of dew are sparkling on the leaves. What a beautiful dawn! Why can't I describe it in poetry? Because I am not a poet. So I want to be a poet to paint the wonderful world.