Tiny ambition

He lay by the creek and what a day
free bamboo just wavering in the wind
long stems hitting each other
slowing the breeze through some strange green conflict
surfing it over the creek and sending out flecks of shade
He lay there and hummed oblivious

He accidently whistled to the life in the middle of that bamboo
Tunes that had taken the lunchtime air at the local school
dreams of greatness that mirred and blurred in the water
as it passed by his worriless head

The sun a blanket to hold him on the banks
as his mind stirred with every possibility
And the magic that seemed to make each idea fall into place
He would appear with a pocket full of spinny

Dip and swing each personality
Until inside out they follow as a society soon learns to
and be king over it all, emperor even!
The school corridor´s hoarded teens would bow
And the bullies would obey

selling them their identities
crazy addiction and obsessions form
Like the bamboo over the creek
levying the water
shading it and growing over it

All born of a tiny ambition