I am, you are
I am a bush,
Bent by the wind
And blown askew the mountain.
That’s nevermore,
So sad before,
While shivering in the showers
I am a thousand raindrops
On my windscreen
My sorrow is a tear at large
Neither forward nor reversing
Wipes the sadness off my car.
I am a leaflet on the water
Trapped by a twig
That leapt from a tree.
I am a bubble under water
Watch me going up and grow
Once arriving at the surface
I have served my ev’ry purpose.
I’m 15 sparrows on a wire
Will the next one in the row
Shout it out both high and low
Without making me a liar.
I am a farmer in half wellies
Shuffling through the hungry grass
Count my sheep till twenty-two,
As the lamb was way too fast.
I halt at every single thought
That awaits my soul’s attention
And smile while in a single jot
Each word alerts a total sentence
(Sometimes I lend the truth a hand
To pacify my common sense
But often truth is an emotion
Without a ship to sail its ocean
And talks a good deal more than it pretends).