"The Bard," by Lincoln Brasel Brave BardsMyriad are tales each tellNestled into life they areUnwrapped as a gift when rightPearls that form from healing scarsQuestion not when they arriveReady ears and eyes will noteSharing feels a privilegeTiptoes through a blossom fieldUndulating shadows withVibrant iridescent sweepsWilling wafts of varied s(c)ents,