As I gaze up into the sky,
Watching the clouds passing by.
I wonder within my yearning soul,
If as a flower my being could enroll?
What if I and a flower could change place?
The flower as me, and I in its grace.
Then I could live upon a tree;
This would be a new home for me.
I, as a flower, with petals as arms and legs;
My body now as brittle as a dozen eggs.
The stem in my center acts as a brain;
My greatest love is to taste a light rain.
I am nestled serenely upon a bed of green leaves;
Birds and butterflies are my pet peeves.
Bees come to sample my nectar of life;
I am completely pure and free from strife.
To have this magic to become a flower;
Even for the length of one hour.
Imagine how wonderful this would be;
To actually become part of a tree!
I write this poem to those who wish,
To someday find what they do miss,
That is, to fulfill a dream deep in their heart.
As I, with this flower, never to depart..fBk
Fibby Bob Kinney- (c) author USA
Photo: my picture
Source: ILA Magazine
