I looked outside to find myself...
Am I strong like the trees,
Able to bend with the wind
Yet without breaking down,
Firmly rooted in solid ground,
And changing with the seasons of time?
Am I wide like the sky,
Providing a covering
Yet taken for granted,
Protecting life from what's outside
The planet of my existence?
Am I exquisite like blooms,
Opening gradually
To reveal warm colors,
Smiling in thanks for the sunshine
And dying that I might live again?
Or am I calm like the waves,
Ebbing and flowing in sync
With the pull of nature,
Constant in mild variation,
Responding to pressure from the deep?
I looked outside to find myself...
