If I were a star,

I would be a small one,

Noticed only by the ones that look for me,

Sparkling softly against the midnight sky.

If I were a wolf,

I would be a lone one,

Teeth bared against those I don’t know,

Standing my ground beneath a pine tree.

If I were a leaf,

I would be a fragile one,

Hold me too hard and I crumble,

Pieces falling from your palms

If I were a color,

I would be a cold one,

Looked over until just the right moment,

Only a detail in the picture of life.

If I were a storm,

I would be a raging one,

Thunder and lightning striking the ground,

Winds swirling out of control.