It is like a hurricane through a town.
It is magic in the mountain.
It whispers “Listen to what I have to say,
Don’t forget me.”
It kicks like a kangaroo
Through the front door of your home.
It walks along the seashore
Whispering sweet nothings.
It rescues the sailor out of the rainstorm.
It sits on the throne in the middle of a castle
Commanding attention.
It is the gentle twinkling of a wind chime in the wilderness.
It is a sunflower following the sun
Like the night follows day.
It leaps out of the nest
Searching for its mother.
It stands on top of the tower screaming
“Listen to my riddles, find my answers.”
It is the fog dancing through the mountaintops.
It is paint across a canvas.
It is ink leaving my thoughts permanently engraved
Into the lines of this paper.