IF I WERE…

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?