Us

*Kindly reed the following in Scottish accent. Thunkyo!*

If there was a tree in the woods,
alone and tired and yet standing,
that'd be me.
If there was a kite in the heaven,
blissful and glad and soaring upwards,
that'd be you.
If there was a word on your lip,
unsure and wise and about to desert,
that'd be me.
If there was a breeze in the sun,
lively and embracing and momentous,
that'd be you.
If there was a book in the shelf,
dusty and precious and composed,
that'd be me.
If there was a plate on the table,
full and yummy and unshareable,
that'd be you.
If there was a parrot in the cage,
talkative and moody and trivial,
that'd be me.
If there was a kiss in the picture,
sensual and caring and exposed,
that'd be you.
If there was a painting on the wall,
mysterious and hazy and questionable,
that'd be me.
If there was a boat in the ocean,
lost and battered but moving nevertheless,
that'd be you.
If there was an excuse in my heart,
criminal yet lazy and unprepared,
that'd be me.
If there was a prisoner on the run,
bedeviled but innocent and kind,
that'd be you.
If there was a song in a movie,
deep and memorable and unheroic,
that'd be me.
If there was a chocolate in a box,
untimely and shapeless yet sweet,
that'd be you.
If there was a simile on a page,
indifferent and lonely and dazed, that'd be us.

*You ought to practise on your accent!*