Some messages arrive without words
like the song of a bird upon the breeze
like the falling blossom of a graceful fragrant tree
like the playful tickling of your feet inside the sea
Peaceful
Faithful
Free
They say
“What do you want to be?”
I want to be the air
blowing and rushing
gushing and flowing
I want to be a flower in a movie scene
bright and enticing
shining within a bed of green
I want to be the perfect shade of red
I want to be fed by saccharine rain
by springtime sunshine
by breath and by wind
I want to love me
I want to be free