If you were the sky
Then you would be blue,
No clouds passing by
A wonderful view,
As clear as the water
That flows in the stream,
The image of you,
No vision,
No dream.
If you were a tree
Then you would be green,
Standing in woodland
With beauty serene,
As warm as the summer
As cool as the shade,
The image of you,
Will never,
Now fade.
If you were the corn
Then you would be gold,
The treasure you give
And riches you hold,
So gently you'd wave in
The breeze through the field,
The image of you,
Such glory,
You yield.
If you were a star
Then you would be white,
Shining through darkness
The giver of light,
As still as the evening
Your radiance above,
The image of you,
No greater,
My love.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
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