A Soul's Home

Who am I supposed to be A tear in someone’s eye, not me... I am... Of what is possible if valleys rise into ice capped mountains And rivers flow until their waters sink to spring into beautiful fountains The unconscious becoming conscientised Mother nature’s near equal, her blindsight I am the son of the sun I am a young people and time for me is still noon I exist in all forms in all of humanity My acceptance is only possible through humility I am the son of the soil Scotched from soul to sole A creation to behold, A history to be told I offer my hand for you to hold In return for greatness untold My love is profound Forgiveness is my threshold My nose, is wide, my laughter is loud, My lips are expressive, my poise is proud I am an omnipresent spirit I am white, shinning light