Be a light feather
Gliding before a mild gale
Over the treetops
Be a fallen leaf
Sailing down a placid brook
By the mossy bank
Dew drops from the dawn
Each flicker in the sun as
It drips to the ground
Be yourself, foremost.
All that is seen is portrayed
Be you, not borrowed
mifael llauderes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/easy-8/
