I am not a lost thing
and neither am I found.  
I am mostly the kind of thing
that goes up instead of down

A quirky little something
And yet nothing all the same
Wild and unfettered
A flame that can’t be tamed

A fish that flys up in the sky
A bird that swims the sea
I am the odd one
In the middle of the three

A tiny little something
Like a freckle or a spot
Upon a field so clean
Ignore me you can not