The Written Delights Of The Peach Poet
I wanted to be a flower
amid the beauty of a garden,
But could not find the soil.
I wanted to be the Blue Bird
and sing my pretty song,
But could not find a branch to sit.
I wanted to be a book to be read,
page after page, hungrily and lovingly,
But could not find a reader.
I wanted to be a student, taught with gentle hands the essence of knowledge.
But could not find a teacher.
So I decided to be…
My own Soil
My own Branch
My own Reader
My own Teacher
I decided just to be… My Own.