If Only! ©

In the still morning when no footprints mark the street,
Bright shadows warm the blades,
Blackbirds call from the branch.
A new promise alerts the cells,
And creativity fills our thoughts.

Imagine all the colours of a rainbow arching the sky,
A warm, gentle breeze like a lover's touch,
That shakes the leaves, that dilates the eye.
The tree awakes, the heart pounds,
And the senses, expectant, flare.

Cast a glance back on that street and consider,
If only we could rewrite history,
Like a sculptor transforming the clay.
Another turning would be our choice,
And a better-moulded destiny.