Coffee stains my face, <br />And the rain pours from my eyes, <br />I call out into the country, <br />“Who am I? ” <br />But the birds echo my voice as they fly on. <br /> <br />Like the breath of the rushing rivers <br />My heart pounds, then beats slowly- <br />I hear it and it echoes to the nation, <br />“Who am I? ” <br />But the land progresses without ceasing. <br /> <br />So I run to the tallest hill, <br />Upon the highest mountain, <br />I cry out loudly to the moon and the stars- <br />To sun that shines among the heavens, <br />“Who am I? ” <br />Yet nature continues persistently. <br /> <br />The air within my lungs, <br />The pounding of my heart, <br />The rain from my eyes <br />All ask “Who am I? ” <br />But the earth continues to live- <br />And so I move on.<br /><br />Ashley Ormon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-am-i-208/
