I am a church – honest and spiritual.
I have been a shack - small and fallen to the ground.
I am an owl singing melody in the night.
I have been a mouse – shy, retreating and silent.
I am the greens of a forest on a hillside.
I have been the black of treacle in a jar.
I am an apple tree bearing fruit and in blossom.
I have been an oak – dying, all twisted and knotted.
I am a spring day, coming to life.
I have been a thunderstorm, scared of myself.
I am the iron of a girder – strong and upright.
I have been the porcelain of a cup, chipped and cracked.
I am an eagle soaring bold through the sky.
I have been a wren - tiny, hiding away.