Brian Hyphen A Product
She walked through the forest
Picking up the leaves as she went
Walking about through the trees
Through the trees
She walked back out to the park
The sun was bright in the sky
She arranged the leaves on the grass
On the grass
Who are you? What have you got inside?
Who have you been? What do you need to hide?
Don't be afraid of what you might not be
Don't stay away from all the little things that you dream
That you dream
She painted a perfect picture
Of her journey from the start to the end
She arranged the leaves on the grass
On the grass
Each leaf was a person she'd met
Each pattern a lesson she'd learnt
The forest a lifetime of stories
And events
The picture lay there, complete
The sun was bright in the sky
The leaves reflected the sunlight
Like a mirror
The mirror she looked in closely
She saw what she had become
A product of all the leaves
All the leaves
Every one
