Song of I

Feeling the breeze pass around me Everything that I feel my body exaggerates Helping to protect me from the harsh world All having a meaning, a story to tell Just an object among the trees Common as a rock on the ground Though there is much more My thoughts are mine Belonging to no one else As your thoughts don’t belong to me Breathing in and out Feeling my heart shake my body Beating out my finger tips Each pump meaning I’m still alive Sound is everywhere Life sings a song Soaking it all in Calm and relaxing Smelling nothing, but myself Different oils I release The atmosphere to which I’m exposed Making up the sent given Bending, turning, stretching The amazing ways of muscle, bone, and skin All working together just to right these words Every freckle, scar, and crease Making up what I am Organs working together Carrying me though my days Without them I am nothing An object among the trees