Sunny Monday

I am 

 

I am the wind.

My silent rapture at the tops of trees

goes unnoticed,

but I continue to dance.

 

I am the sky.

My endless potential 

lingers,

until knowledge discovers.

 

I am rhenium.

My strength 

will not back down, 

against the toughest elements.

 

I am sugar.

My sweet taste

draws a smile

from samplers.

 

I am a sunny Monday.

My optimism 

makes a bad day

seem pleasant. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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