I want to teach you to paint with the wind,
Tracing the colors around your fingers
And swirling it onto your canvas.
I want to teach you how to draw with the rain,
To grasp it calmly in your hand
And sketch it somberly.
I want to teach you how to dance with the trees,
Joyous Indian dancing,
The way it was years ago.
I want to teach you to write with animal words,
To convey messages that no one can identify,
So no one can plagiarize.
I want to teach you to capture the sun in your smile,
To warm your face on invigorating afternoons
When you would much rather sleep.
I want to teach you to sing to the sky
And allow it to appreciate you,
So you can appreciate it.
I want to teach you how to walk on grass
To not be down and dumpy
But light and energetic.
I want to teach you to stare down the stars,
Grabbing at twinkles in your hand
To make a necklace of wishes.
I want to teach you to recite your poetry to the ocean,
Watching as its waves crash up the shoreline,
Thanking you.
I want to teach you how to sleep with the fishes,
So maybe you would stop asking me to teach you things.