I am a rose in the desert
yearning for someone to notice its beauty.
I am a cloud
strong and shaped
that changes as the wind blows.
I am a sand dollar
fragile
that breaks from too much handling.
I am a dandelion
perfect
until the breeze blows before you get your wish.
I am a canvas
waiting to be explored
wanting to be labeled a piece of art.
I am an intricate sand castle
submerged by the ocean tide.
I am the moon
constantly changing
lighting the night
hoping to have a face I can hold forever.
I am a spirit
seeking balance
I am a boulder
on a tight rope.