Blinding white,

Cloth of angels.

Dark lines

Strike through

This beautiful thing

Paper.

Used everywhere

But never

Appreciated.

Sitting,

Alone,

On the shelf,

Waiting, wanting

To be appreciated.

Blowing around

On the streets.

People passing by,

Not sparing a glance.

Waiting, wanting

To be appreciated.

Crumpled up,

and thrown away.

Waiting, wanting

To be appreciated.

Have you ever

Appreciated paper?

Or better yet,

Have you ever thought

About what it would be like,

To be paper?

Marked on,

Stepped on,

Thrown away.

Have you ever

Felt like paper?

Marked on,

Stepped on,

Thrown away?

All the time

Waiting, wanting

To be appreciated.