I've often wondered, what would it be like
to be the underside of a leaf?
The rain would not wash your face
The dew is the only relief
The sun can shine, and you can stretch, reaching for the sky
But the rays of light, without wind for flight
Are things that would pass you by
Like many times in life that are overlooked in haste
There has to be a purpose,
What is there I can embrace?
Sun and rain is blocked, a haven for the small
I am shelter and safety
An oasis, not a thrall
Life's plan is a bigger picture, a reason and rhyme to be
I am real and I exist
For others, not always for me
