If my bag was big enough
I would bring:
the swaying waves of slender trees
and the peppered spots of twilight;
the restless night sky full of crystal stars
with another to share them with;
the delicate shell of a china egg
with signs of hope printed on its scars;
the flecks of silver running down tender leaves
and a crinkled basket to catch them in;
the sharp, crude laughter of chequered crow;
and the rift of sun kisses through the canopy.
If only I could bring all these things to you.
If only my bag was big enough.
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