Identity Poem by author unknown
Identity
I wonder if the trees can hear me
When I scream aloud,
Or if the dandelion screams,
When I pick him out.
There's no telling where life can take us;
One day I'm a blade of grass,
But today I am myself-
Nobody else.
Life chooses for me to be me.
I do not doubt that the trees can hear your scream, but it is the birds that sense your vibrations nano-seconds earlier and scatter your identity further along treetops, ridges and coastlines.... and you will continue to breath... great write - A Peace at a Time.. Deana
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4/25/2024 9:16:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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