You are the moment when the fear stops and the bravery erupts,                                                               slowly gliding through every soul. 

You are a piece of dust,                                                                                                                                         awaiting to be noticed. 

You are the led of a pencil,                                                                                                                                     wrapped in a blanket of birch wood and hope. 

You are a grain of sand,                                                                                                                                           meaninglessly drifting from rock to rock. 

You are the last inch of water,                                                                                                                              gently swaying from side to side.

You are an orange,                                                                                                                                                    unleashing all of its inner sweetness. 

You are a thought,                                                                                                                                                    unknowingly entering someone’s mind. 

You are a piece of frayed string,                                                                                                                            bobbing from side to side. 

You are a bee,                                                                                                                                                             meandering through tall, majestic sunflowers. 

You are the beginning. 

You are the middle. 

You are the end.