Who am I?

As I reach my fingers
Up towards the sky
A whisper caught in my ear: asking
Who am I?

This is who I am
I reach up and touch the sky
I have found myself
I enjoy freedom
The blue smoking hills stand tall
I am free at last
-Michael Edwards-

Who am I, who am I?
The stars won’t say
Nor will the day
Nor the brilliant cloudy sky.
I need some time
To find the answer of
This defuddling question of mine.

I am the wind, grass, & trees
The birds, the animals
& the eternal breeze


I am your poet, your spirit, your soul
I am the answers where questions are told
I am the reflection of foolish or wit
See me in all, whether simple or fit

But the question still puzzles me,
no matter how hard it try.
I know the answers out there somewhere,
Someone's just gotta help me find it

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