Imagine all the things
that time has to measure,
the simple things that count
and the hard things we treasure.
Imagine that you were a tree
alone in the park,
and the only thing they notice
is the owl after dark.
What if you were a bird
soaring above the skies,
landing on a narrow branch,
to sing your lullaby.
What if you were a car
wheeling down the road,
with hardly any gas
and no place to go.
All these things i imagine
race through my eyes,
imagining, you can go anywhere
be someone in disguise.
All though im only 16
and still a little girl,
with my imagination
I can soar the world.
Nice thoughts Christy, shows your developing mind, not sure about the title though, perhaps, What if I imagine, Charlie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Verily, a great metaphor and a great imagination Loved reading it.....10