I am the rainbow

I am the way the prism of light beams at the balcony door in the morning.

I am the soft breeze that sends a whisp of hair into the lavender sky like a balloon.

I am the foam that kisses the shoreline and runs back to the golden beach to hide.

I am the tangerine sunset that is fleeting to remind me of now, here.

I am the sound of serving an ace at 15-40 with a lemon tennis ball.

I am the courage at the moment I have to pop up to surf a glassy wave.

I am the bubbles that flow through my body during shavasana.

I am the autumnal leaves that flutter for its the only pattern I know.

I am the firework letting off red steam in anger.

I am the dancer stomping my feet to the beat of the drum.

I am the black ink scrawled and scratched across the page in protest.

I am a white butterfly free to roam where the next gust guides me.