Shapes

You find a
Shape
And fill it with words
And it becomes
A snail
That slowly
Inches away

You find a
A shape
And fill it with words
And it becomes
A snake
That slithers
Into the grass

You find a
A shape
And fill it with words
And it becomes
A nest
From which
Two birds emerge
And fly away

You find
A shape
And fill it with words
And it becomes
A universe
That holds
Everything in place