This Poem

This poem is like a pebble

Sunk under others

On the beach, by the ocean,

Quiet, until you find it.

This poem is like a cloud

That moves away

In the sky, on a summer day

Silent, until you spot it.

This poem is like the bird

That sings all day

In the woods, looking for worms,

Alone, until you call for it.

This poem is like my feelings

Hidden inside

In my heart, sad or gay,

Unspoken, until you read it.