Waters flow to the sea
But what about me?
Streams rush quickly by
And never say goodbye.
Birds fly high in the sky,
But why can't I?
They flitter hither and yonder
Ignoring me down under.
Mountains are ever so tall,
Why am I so very small?
I yell out to them in awe
But they make no sound at all.
Wild deer run very fast,
Why am I always last?
So fleeting they dart past,
Hardly a glance do they cast.
Winds sing refrains never heard
Why can't I sing the words?
Through the trees play wind songs
But I cannot sing along.
Graceful swans are bonnie to see
But why do I feel so ugly?
They swim by with a knowing eye
Sternly honking as they glide by.
Big and tiny fishes can swim,
So why can't I on a whim?
They flash past with such ease
Blowing bubbles to tease.
If I were more like lots of things,
Great marvel to my life it'd bring,
I wish I could be all I hear or see
But I'm only me so that's what I'll be.
©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 08-11-05
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