Litany

To my grandpa...

                         

However,you are not the rain in the cold autumn,   

  the tomatoes in the dishes,     

  or the leaves around the tree.   

  And you are certainly not the hot pepper in the hamburger.   

  There is just no way you are the hot pepper in the hamburger.   

  

 It is possible that you are the rock under the sea,   

  maybe even the violet in a girl’s hand,   

  but you are not even close   

  to being the rude sand in the storm.   

And a quick look in the mirror will show   

  that you are neither the grass on the ground   

  nor the colorful fish swimming in the stream.  

  It might interest you to know,   

  speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,   

  that I am the red tears dancing in the sunshine.   

  I also happen to be the energetic sunflower,   

  the seeds of dandelion flying in the air,   

  and the sugar in a big bowl. 

  

I am also blue rose in the garden  

  and the old man’s hand fan.   

  But don't worry, I am not the sky and the sun.   

  You are still the sky and the sun.  

  You will always be the sky and the sun,

  not to mention the gorgeous rainbow and—somehow—the breeze.

 Here is my video