I am but a leaf, pinned on an old oak tree
Which stands alone at the edge of time,
Or a simple word in gentle verse
Which seeks to find its rhyme.
I am a flattened skipping stone
Found at river’s edge,
Or the freshest wisp of morning air
Breathed on mountain's ledge.
I am but a grain of sand
On the planet’s longest beach,
I am a salmon come to spawn,
Swimming just out of reach.
I am borne of this universe,
And to it I’ll return,
Changed by all that I have seen,
And by the lessons I have learned.
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Cryssa :~)