I am a brook out in the woods
And on me glides a boat of wood.
I am the life to trees of oranges
And on me rocks a body of orange.
I am the base upon which it floats
And on me sloshes a glass of float.
I am one half of a set of twins
And on me sits my pal, my twin.
We may be slightly different, you see,
But without her there’d be no me.
My Writing Philosophy
Writing is putting an eye to an I.