The things one thinks of as one is going to sleep
I am flowers
I am honeysuckle and apple blossoms
I am buttercups and dandy lions
I am not roses.
Well, not very often, anyway.
I am rush hour traffic
I am the yellow in a bruise
I am the brown spot in your lawn.
I am the whitecaps on a lake
I don't presume to be the whitecaps on the ocean
I am the breeze that blows over the rocks by the sea
and I am the tidal pool that is rippled by the breeze
I am the purple in the sky during a storm
I am not a rainbow
I am big fat raindrops
I am not the sun
I am the fleeting green colour in a perfect sunset
I am the trees at the foot of the mountain
I am a feather on the forest floor
I am the dead animal by the side of the road
I am a piece of fools gold in a bigger piece of shale
I am the smooth, sun warmed stones on the shore
I am one snowflake
I am one grain of sand
I am one penny
I am the small cloud that covers a handful of stars at night
I am an empty park bench
I am dew on a spider's web
Are you?
I am flowers
I am honeysuckle and apple blossoms
I am buttercups and dandy lions
I am not roses.
Well, not very often, anyway.
I am rush hour traffic
I am the yellow in a bruise
I am the brown spot in your lawn.
I am the whitecaps on a lake
I don't presume to be the whitecaps on the ocean
I am the breeze that blows over the rocks by the sea
and I am the tidal pool that is rippled by the breeze
I am the purple in the sky during a storm
I am not a rainbow
I am big fat raindrops
I am not the sun
I am the fleeting green colour in a perfect sunset
I am the trees at the foot of the mountain
I am a feather on the forest floor
I am the dead animal by the side of the road
I am a piece of fools gold in a bigger piece of shale
I am the smooth, sun warmed stones on the shore
I am one snowflake
I am one grain of sand
I am one penny
I am the small cloud that covers a handful of stars at night
I am an empty park bench
I am dew on a spider's web
Are you?