Coffee stains my face,
And the rain pours from my eyes,
I call out into the country,
“Who am I? ”
But the birds echo my voice as they fly on.
Like the breath of the rushing rivers
My heart pounds, then beats slowly-
I hear it and it echoes to the nation,
“Who am I? ”
But the land progresses without ceasing.
So I run to the tallest hill,
Upon the highest mountain,
I cry out loudly to the moon and the stars-
To sun that shines among the heavens,
“Who am I? ”
Yet nature continues persistently.
The air within my lungs,
The pounding of my heart,
The rain from my eyes
All ask “Who am I? ”
But the earth continues to live-
And so I move on.
Ashley Ormon
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-am-i-208/
