Who am I.

A nd
N othing
G ets
E n my
L ife
A s being ME!

I am the waters and the wild. I am the tree who spread branches for birds to nest, I am the flower you tender so dearly. I am the mother who nurtures her child when sick, I am the child who weeps so bitterly. I am the morning dew that hangs upon a tea, I am the last leaf hanging upon a winter breeze.
You are the friend who came to see,
just who I am,
now enter me.