MIRACLES OF MY WORLD

If I could stretch the day beyond its 24 hours
If I could make the bee deliver me a drop of honey each day
If I could steal the blush of the pink rose and make it mine
If I could put the fish in the sky and fly it across the blue line.
If I could touch and bring some green to the fallen autumn leaves
If I could raise the wrinkles of an ageing hand
If I could add some light into the squirrel’s burrow
If I could breathe life into my wooden dolls.
I realize I cannot do any of this
Not in the world in which you and I live
So I weave my own little world
Now I know why I am a Storyteller.