Choice

If words were playmates

I'd tag along with

Fun, wonder and adventure

If words were a buffet

I'd heap my plate

With sharing and gratitude

If words were jewels

I'd wear love around my neck 

And compassion studded on my ears

If words were an abode

I'd pitch my tent by peace and contentment

If they were suitors

I'd serenade unconditional and eternal
If words were friends
I'd choose cherish and support

If words were wedding vows

I'd slip duty and devotion 

As solitaires on my fingers.

If words were garbage

I'd discard judgement and hate

If words were a muse

In nature and creation I'd douse
If words were companions
I'd walk hand in hand with reflection and solitude.

And if they were to define me

These meager words

I'd merge with silence

And connect with the source.

Then I'd renounce my precious words

For I don't need them for once.

Pictured - The mighty tree by the window, Elphinston heritage building.