It’s actually a poem written by Nâzım Hikmet, a Turkish poet who spent many years imprisoned for his political beliefs. The poem is called Under the Rain. And it goes like this:
If I was a plane tree I would rest in its shade
If I was a book
I’d read without being bored on sleepless nights
Pencil I would not want to be even between my own
If I was door
I would open for the good and shut for the wicked
If I was window a wide open window without curtains
I would bring the city into my room
If I was a word
I’d call out for the beautiful the just the true
If I was word
I would softly tell my love.
Sweet dreams fair readers.