The lost talent

Once upon a time, a man came
he kept asking about my name
he said he won't hurt me and had no aim
to make me have to take any blame

I felt he was so strange with me
and I didn't know who he should be
I said to myself,"I'll count to three
and if he doesn't go, I'll be free"

He said, "It's ok I already know you
I'll tell you now what I've come to
you should listen to me, never say no
I have an advice for what you should do"

"You are a talented creature,
but your talent is in danger,
you can be a good writer,
but you should use your gift wider"

"When I look in your eyes, you know what I see?
I see a soul drowning in a rowling sea
or anice garden becoming one tree
or a jar of honey back into a bee"

I easily balieved what he was saying
I knew he was right, he wasn't lying
at this moment, I was strongly crying
but it pleased me that he was still waiting

He asked if I understood what he meant
but I stayed quiet until he left
I thought about him and why he was sent
I finally realized, I must have dreamt.