I Am Me

I Am Me I am the morning sun that glistens over the mountain tops made White by freshly fallen snow from the night before, I am the brightest star that shines through the autumn air as it gives Way to dawn, I am the trickling brook that journeys from the melting ice of Springtime peaks, to the streams and rivers, then eventually to The sea, I am the laughing child playing in the afternoon sun, And I am the dead soldier far from home. I am the fear and hate that thrives in the mind of man, And I am the love in ones heart; I am the music in your ears and the scent of the flowers, The birds that fly, the fish that swim, The clouds over your head and the grass beneath your feet. I am the nights’ darkness and I am the morning light, I am everything and I am nothing, But most of all; I am me By M.Norton marklnorton@shaw.ca