Medley

If I were to create you a medley,

where would I turn

for inspiration?

the birds that rejoice as the blessed gift

of day that the sun

confidently carries

on his shoulder;

the oceans waves that daintily dance

to an endless rhythm on beat;

the wind that whistles

and tenaciously taps on my window;

the tree leaves that twirl,

moving majestically;

or how about I just sing you

the silence of the gentle light

from the humble moon

that faithfully rules the night?

Then would you see?