Ambitions

Firm lines of sky-high trees
Line the park where she sits.
A warm, breezy day cozily envelops
Her rose-cheeked face full of wonder,
As she keenly watches passers by.
Face in palms, white frills fluttering away,
She asks a simple, sweet question
To every patron she sees.

If you could be anything in nature,
What would you be and why?
Young and old, cynic and fool,
All smiled at her innocent question.
Answered and moved on, as the sky grew pink.
At dusk, she stood up, three feet tall,
Smiled to herself, and took the path back home.

She thought about what each one said to her.
I want to be the wind, go where I want,
Let no one see me, whisper in an ear,
Caress a cheek, and carry rain to lands far away.
I want to be the forest, grow dense and deep,
Envelop life in a mystery, be wild, be the path and the end too.

I want to be the roses in every garden,
Smell sweet and bring love to the world.
I want to be the diamonds on the shore,
Sparkle bright, be unbreakable and hard to find.
I want to be the stars, live forever and shine at night.

I want to be the moon, bring light at night,
Sway the tides as lovers swear their love by me.
I want to be the earth, upon which life is built,
Stay firm even though a billion feet trample away.

But no one thought the way she thought,
They all wanted to be something more, something else.
The raindrops danced on her window, she thought long and hard.

Didn't they answer truthfully, or did they take it in jest?
Why did no one want to be what she wanted to be?

The dust that permeates everything, and that is the fate of everything.