If I were a....

If I were a month, I'd be April.

If I were a day, I’d be Sunday.

If I were a time of day, I’d be  late afternoon

If I were a font, I’d be curly .

If I were a sea animal, Mermaid  

If I were a direction, I’d be SOUTH.

If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be an old vintage gypsy trunk..

If I were a liquid, I’d be Pinot Grigio.

If I were a gemstone, I'd be a ruby.

If I were a tree, I’d be a Foxtail Palm.

If I were a tool, I’d be a Swiss Army Knife.

If I were a flower, I’d be a   rambling rose climbing ..climbing.

If I were an element of weather, I'd be sunshine.

If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a Saxophone.

If I were a color, I’d be  tUrQuOiSe.

if i were an emotion, I’d be peaceful.

If I were a fruit, I’d be a ripe , luscious Comice pear.

If I were a sound, I’d be waves on the shore.

If I were an element, I’d be SILVER.

If I were a car, I’d be a mint condition VW camper.

If I were a food, I’d be Belgian Chocolat.

If I were a place, I’d be Tahiti.

If I were material, I’d be a CRaZy quilt.

If i were a taste, I’d be fresh raspberry from the vine.

If I were a scent, I’d be patchouli

If I were a body part, I’d be EYES.

If I were a song, I'd be Three Little Birds~ Bob Marley.

If I were a bird, I’d be a Hawk..soaring over the Grand Canyon.

If I were a gift, I’d be exactly what the giftee desired.

If I were a city, I’d be Paris.

If I were a door, I’d be wide open.

If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be flipflops.

If I were a poem, I’d have to say, even tho cliche....

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that, the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

two roads diverged in a wood, and I --

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost