I am the sticky sweetness of hazelnut spread,
the wood of a flute playing a lilting tune,
the slow-spreading aroma of mocha beans.
I am the rough crumbling bark
of a desert tree.
I am a field of cattails
giving under the pressure of wind.
I am the quills of a porcupine
protecting my fleshy underbelly.
I am the warm, sweet taste of hot chocolate
after a day in the snow.
I am the rich feel of freshly dug dirt
slipping through your fingers.
I am the first hint of sunrise,
bringing in the promise of a new day.