I Am

I am The whisper of the wind through ancient cedars, The silent tear that falls in the night's last embrace. The sun's first embrace upon the waking earth, The deep root holding the tree fast against the storm. The sculptor's dream, yet to be born from stone, The echo of a forgotten song, beautiful, eternal. The ocean's vastness, holding secrets untold, The smallest pond reflecting every star. The hunger that drives the seeker onward, The solace found in the quiet heart. The flight of the bird, unbound by horizon, The stillness of the desert at noon. The questions asked, and the answers forever sought, The bridge between what is and what shall be. I am...