Moonlit Sunshine

If coins were made of sand and clouds, of hay,
Imagine what would be of you, my son.
If the sky was green and water, brown,
Imagine what you’d call night, what’d be day.


If water could cry and rain, laugh,
Imagine what would be of your tears, my son.
If wind were a carriage and world a hemisphere,
Imagine why you’d call every full, a half.

If you could deny everything I say now,
Imagine what’d be the might of denial, my son.
If you choose to embrace it all, instead,
Imagine the might of the question, ‘How?’

If you could choose to have a choice, my son
Imagine what’d be of our mother, Fate.
If you could tell black from black,
Imagine what’d be of the other hues, my son.

If you could answer every question I ask,
Imagine what’d be of a question, my son
If you could die to gallop away from problems,
Imagine how life would then be one huge task.

If all I tell you didn’t make sense at all,
Imagine what’d be of wisdom, my son.
If only, you wish to live with this smile,
Imagine if there’d be anything called a fall..