The day grows darker as the sun sets behind the city,
I sit here with nothing more on my mind than, who am I?
Like the sunset, I am fading warmth.
The night sky chases the day away, pushing the sun below the horizon,
I sit here thinking, who am I?
Like the night sky, I am a cloudless, starry-eyed, blanket.
The lighthouse beyond the shore shines brightly warning of nearby rocks,
I sit here pondering, who am I?
Like the lighthouse, I am worldly small, but protection from impending danger.
The mountains are beyond sight and larger than life,
I sit here considering, who am I?
Like the mountains, I am omnipresent, and statuesque.
The ocean shifts calmly, while intermittently disturbing the shoreline,
I sit here pensive, asking who am I?
Like the ocean, I am calming yet naturally violent.
The earth below me, is soft with grass and rough with rocks.
I sit here curious, wondering, who am I?
Like the earth, I am comforting yet abrasive.
The air everywhere is cool and breezy,
I sit here inquisitive, who am I?
Like the air, I am cool, I am hot, I am forever moving.
Life continues, with heartache and struggle, happiness and success,
I sit here understanding the answer to "who am I?"
Like life, I am ever changing, flexible, righteous, and purposeful.
Most importantly,
I am me,
That is the most accurate description,
I can be.
