I am of the Autumn
I am of the Air
I am of Mother Earth
In which all things doth share
I am of the Springtime
I am of the Breeze
I am but the Teardrops
And the mucus you sneeze
Some things take others
Some things leave alone
Some things only follow
The path where they were grown
Some things take names
And others take Form
I am of the Mortals
And on Gaia I was born
And I opened my eyes
And my brain took in
and soon I was guided
Into life by fellow kin
But disposed and unheard of
Never known of, out There
Soon I gather voice
And say I am of the Air
I am of the Water
I am of the Earth
It's taken flames of passion
to confirm my one Birth
I am of the Wordsmiths
I am but a Wraith
Each element I take in me
Rebuilds my soul's faith
I gaze on Life Stories
I see them abound
From gumdrops to Vampyres
I seek minds profound
I am of the Fools
I am of the Wise
I am where my Soul takes me
No matter life's guise
I found my Life's Rhyme, here
I found minds abound
I found Appreciators
Whom like what I've found
But Hold dear my memory
As Death approaches Here
I disperse into the ground
I am of the Air.
Author notes
Ever feel like simply creating a rhyme for your being?
There was no real immediate extreme to put behind this poem.
I simply had a tune in my head
And ergo; I am.
Comments
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Yes, Indeed. Of course, more than this, much more, are you.. Indeed, this is my opinion.
But it is a beautiful rhyme to tell of you.

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This is a wonderful rhyme to tell of whom ye be,
but, ye are much, much more than this I believe.
Ye are more, than even you do preceive.
Hope one day you can see this, and trust me.
just some thoughts from me to thee
Riftkin



