by Reverend Ashira Goddard

Created on: March 13, 2008

I am soft, basket, and a ball soaring high
I am an extraordinary book in the midst of a library
I am a flower in a sweet-smelling field
I am a bright red leaf swirling in the wind
I am the dark blue ink in an author's pen
I am a fantasy, not yet fantasized
I am a glimmering pebble in the deep sea
I am a clean white cast on a broken bone
I am the melodious laughter in a child's throat
I am a tiny tree that everyone waters

You see, I am unique, I am alive
I stand in relation to my books
I please and satisfy me
As you see, I am unique, I am alive

I am daylight, appearing through the mist
I am a jet streaking through the sky
I am the wind moving gently through the sky
I am a sparkling stream that has not been discovered
I am a meager building with gorgeous furnishings
I am a majestic robe on a person of poverty
I am the voice that floats across a stunned auditorium
I am the flowering words in a budding authoress' head
I am a white limousine in front of a mansion

You see, I am unique, I am alive
I stand in relation to my books
I please and satisfy me
As you see, I am unique, I am alive

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