Have you seen her? You must have seen her,

she’s one of the trees, with all the rain

that she can bear:

Eye color? Colorado green.

Hair color? The evening sun.

Don’t mistake her voice

for the hidden opal stream.

A star-studded with nothing but dreams,

Walking the path she had laid.

Big things would come they say,

Nothing but lies through the door way.

Sometimes all it takes is

A lyric of a song 

A fragment of a conversation 

A moment captured in a photograph 

Then suddenly there you are 

Using whatever you can 

Napkins, paper, your own skin 

I believe that I am tasty Hershey Bar.

I’m 4'11" and, I think I’m as tall at the great big Redwood tree.

I’m as handsome as a daisy.

When fall comes it brings multi-colored leaves that are the best to look at.

I believe that I’m a great big shiny star.