"I am"

I am a streak of fushia in a sunset

Burning with passion on a grayed palate.

I am a clanging cymbal

Loud when necessary, silent when forced.

I am a triangle on a string

Two points of distress with a constant God at the peak.

I am leafy green spinach

With brothers and sisters, none identical.

I am not a car, I am a bike.

Hair blowing in the wind of an isolated road.

I am a palm tree

Found in many places but never changing.

I am a chimpanzee

Hanging off the branch of freedom.

I am a paper cut

I can be deep, I can sting, I can leave a mark.

I am sunshine.

But don’t forget sunshine sees dark skies, too.