Can That Be Me?

Can that be me? Serenading in the thick forest Breathing fragrance of wild flowers Treading upon sharp thorns Brushing past swinging fronds And the high trees don’t Let me the blue sky see Can that be me? Daring the thunder come out To play with the shells and sands Rising and falling with high tides To be pushed onto the shore Enjoying the skips of pebbles As I throw them on to the sea Can that be me? Chasing butterflies across the fields Catching them to leave above head Somersaulting on grasses laden With dews to ward off the flies Swinging from a fronds with birds At the top of a tree Can that ever be me? Teasing grandma lying on her lap Coaxing her to recount tales from epics Hiding behind her senile frame To escape grandpas wrath for Hiding his walking stick Can I ever shake off those memories And set myself free? Can that be me?