I sometimes dream of being like the trickling waters,
So that I can bend at times
When the dear ones pass away.
I sometimes dream of being like those tiny sands,
So that I can slip away
When routine seems to drown me.
I sometimes dream of being like the cubes of ice,
So that I can freeze
In moments of extreme exaltation.
I sometimes dream of being like the speedy clouds,
So that I can travel miles per second
In moments of tiredness.
I sometimes dream of being like the big trees,
So that I can render shades to others
When downpours take their toll.
I sometimes dream of being like the gusty winds,
So that I can fly
When melancholy brings others down.
I sometimes dream of being like the days of clear sky,
So that I can be equitable
When my egoism overshadows my humane.
I sometimes dream of being like the constant waves,
So that I can sail
When stormy nights seem endless.
I sometimes dream of being like the books,
So that I can be the story
You want to read in its pages.
I sometimes dream of being like the leaves,
So that I can age only with time
When quitting seems an easy way.
I sometimes dream of being like the soft feathers,
So that I can provide warmth
When someone needs a hug.
I sometimes dream of being like the witty spider,
So that I can create the shield
When cynicism surrounds you.
I want to be all of it today,
As I know sometimes can be
too late for tomorrow’s dream.