Poetry and Prose

You are prose, 
          I speak in rhyme.

You, a stopwatch, 

          me, the time.

You are forest, 

          I'm the beach,

You, the sinner, 

          hear me preach. 

You are parked cars, 

          I'm in drive

You are flying, 

          watch me dive.

You are ink 

          and I'm the page,

You, the actor, 

          I'm the stage.

You're the lamp, 

          I sit in dark,

Abandoned road, 

          but I'm a park. 

You are green, 

          and I've struck gold,

You stay young 

          while I grow old.