If I were a garden
in which diamonds grew;
If I were a clay pot
in which laughter brewed;
If I were a pond
in which stars were caught;
Would you find me strange?
What if I were a buzzing fly
that sang you lullabies?
Or that piece of wet log
which kept your flames alive?
What if I were a tattered rug
which kept you warm at night;
Would you find me strange?