I Am by Mary Duroux


I am

the river,

gently flowing,

as I wind my way to the sea.

I am

the breeze,

softly blowing,

through the leaves of a

mighty tree.

I am

the snowcapped mountain,

the frost, the wind, the rains.

I am

a misty fountain,

the dry and dusty plains.

I am

the sparkle,

of the early morning dew.

I am

the dream,

of my mother’s dreaming.

Who are you?



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