If I were to be a tree
I’d be brown with my leafs folded down
Waiting for the rain that never came
If I were to be a bird
I’d sing sad songs with my broken wings
Crying but never flying
If I were to be a book
I’d have a beautiful, bright, happy cover
Embracing the darkest words between
If I were to be you
I’d pick me up, water me, mend my wings
And write in me a happy story
If I were to be love
I’d never end, never lie
And never leave anyone this torn
Shirihjah Tari