I am a hidden treasure,
with no way to be found.
I am nature,
from the wind that blows on the vast sea,
to the trees in the garden that sway in the breeze.
I am lost,
under many layers that are all just a show.
I am complicated,
a puzzle that no one can resolve.
So...who am I really?
Amélie Peace
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-281/
