I Am
I am the sparkle on the new fallen snow,
I am the glittering snowflakes falling gracefully to the ground,
I am the icy cave sheltering the hibernating black bear,
I am the glistening pine trees covered with snow,
Do not cry, I am not dead, I am alive.
I am the bright, shining sun slowly melting the last bit of snow,
I am the colorful flowers just beginning to grow,
I am the brown buds just beginning to grow on the tall oak trees,
I am the gentle wind gracefully moving the grass back and forth
Do not cry, I am not dead, I am alive.
I am the warm sand between your toes as you walk on the beach,
I am the blazing sun warming the water as you swim,
I am the bright, colorful kites gliding gracefully high above your head,
I am the cool waves breaking onto the shore as you walk by the waters edge,
Do not cry, I am not dead, I am alive.
I am the crisp leaves falling gently to the ground,
I am the cool wind gracefully blowing the leaves across the grass,
I am the gentle whisper of the wind passing by your ear,
I am the last leaf falling softly to the ground,
Do not cry, I am not dead, I am alive, in your heart.
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