My Imagination Tells Me

that I am wonderful,
that I shine like the climbing sun.
That I eat trees for breakfast
and wipe my mouth with the leaves when I'm done.
That I swim like a fish and fly like a bee,
that I can drink up a lake and not have to pee.
That I take the time to ponder my plate
and think like a child before it's too late.

J.D. Heskin

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