I am a man, strong one who has made love to many women.
I am a woman, fertile, an one who has felt truly loved by a man.
I am a child, curious and optimistic of the future.
I am the individual, that child has grown into now weary in regards to the future after realizing I am not invincible.
I am the flower, standing tall above the ground ready to blossom.
I am the pale hart, majestic, trotting through a meadow trampling them.
I am a sparrow, solo flying.
I am the veslza, obedient, leaping to gently grab the sparrow from the sky between its jaws.
I am a pen, in hand that has written a letter.
I am the paper, on me, words written beautifully.
I am the carrier of a sealed letter, delivering it to a women at her home.
I am the sound the seal makes when it is broken.
I am anticipation and then the tears dancing against her face.
I am the solace a mother needs as she sends her sons off to war
I am the acceptance a father needs to bless the man how seeks to marry his daughter.
I am the chair that is sat on, when a body needs to rest.
I am the wind passing by you, the air lungs take.
I am falling into love
I am the heartbreak
I am the future
I am time that is now past
I am the sky
I am the sea
I am the land in between
I am life and all is me.