Of All The Things

Of all the things
I should wish to be,
a cloud, a bird,
a flower, a tree.

Maybe flow through the air
on a whimsical breeze?
Or float on a stream
in a boat, at ease.

I could perch on a cloud,
and drive through the air.
In love with it all
and without a care.

White wispy shreds that cover the blue
with angels brush, in golden hue.
A rainbow tinges the edges fine,
an intervention from the Divine.

I love it all,
for all is one.
In tune, entwined
with the Infinite One.