You are the lollypop and the marshmallow,
the strawberry juice and the chocolate milkshake.
You are the apple pie of New Year’s Eve.
and the big cake of a nice wedding.
However, you are not the scattered in the sky,
the dirt in the winds,
or the mud of the swamp.
And you are certainly not the heavy rain.
There is just no way you are the heavy rain.
It is possible that you are the childish songs,
maybe even the music of the life,
but you are not even close
to being the noise of the cement factory.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the frighten cat over the roof.
nor the cactus in a beautiful garden.
It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sunshade of the downtown shops.
I also happen to be the tree house,
the comfortable chair in the setting room,
and the steady sail of a small boat.
I am also the parasol in a sunny day
and the measuring cup in the kitchen.
But don't worry, I am not the lollypop and the marshmallow.
You are still the lollypop and the marshmallow.
not to mention the strawberry juice and—somehow—the chocolate milkshake.
