If I were an animal, I would be a Siberian Tiger because when
provoked, I will strike with my giant paws of revenge with my
claws acting as justice.
If I were a bird, I would be an Eagle because I will see your
intentions and if they are against me, I will catch you with
my sharp talons.
If I were a fruit, I would be a Lemon because it adds color to
the basket, but beware of the acid that will cut straight to the
soul.
If I were a place, I would be Alaska because there are many
secrets that are hidden under layers of ice and snow and where
the bravest souls won�t go.
If I were a tree, I would be a Weeping Willow because its branches
lean down faithfully, to conceal the hidden meeting of conspiring
voices underneath its loving caress.
If I were an appliance, I would be a Coffee Pot because, like
coffee, I can be addictive and under the right conditions, you
will get burned.
If I were a sound, I would be Silence because it covers hidden
chambers where many have perished, but none have entered.
If I were a color, I would be Black because black is the color of
the night that cloaks the hidden monsters of your darkest
nightmares.
If you were to understand me, you would look past the majesty
of the tiger, the stealth of the eagle, the brightness of the
lemon, the beauty of the tundra, the weeping of the willow,
the smell of the coffee, the calm of silence,
the sacred night . . .
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