I am not a feather, for I can stand strong against the wind.
I am not a bridge, for there are times I cannot hold everything up by myself.
I am not a garden, for I can thrive no matter what the wind blows in.
I am not a sparrow, for sometimes I destroy what I build.
I am not a road map, for I am not always an example of the way to go.
I am not an ocean, for sometimes my deepest motives become quite shallow.
I am not a diamond, for my value cannot be priced or marked.
I am not a window, for there are times I cannot see beyond my own threshold.
I am not a forest, for sometimes I must get up and walk away alone.
I am not an island, for there are times I must touch something by my side.
I am not an eagle, for I do not always know what I am searching for.
I am not a sunset, for darkness cannot overtake me at every dusk.
I am not a padlocked door, for I am open to what may come.
I am not a rainbow, for my colors leave an enduring mark.