Sometimes

By Mieka Wenner

Sometimes I feel like thunder,

But I have to wait

For a rainstorm to be heard.

Sometimes I feel like falling snow,

But a blizzard is too far away,

And I have to wait to dance.

Sometimes I feel like an autumn leaf,

But I have to wait for the breeze

To help me up when I fall.

Photo by Lane V. Erickson, may not be copied