Us

-Who are you?

Almost a sigh, the wind blew…
-I am you.

Almost an echo, the trees screamed…
-I am you.

Almost a roar, the sun beamed…
-I am you.

Almost a tear, the ocean sprayed…
-I am you.

Spirit stilled…
I am… you are… Life is…

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