Who Am I?

Who Am I?

I might be the ground under your feet

With its hard rocks and tough clay

I might be the vast ocean

That is deep and dark

I might be the shining sun

With the heat that warms us throughout the day

I might be the glowing moon

That lights up the night with a soft glow

I might be a small flame

With the heat of orange flames

I might be a soft wind

That blows through your hair

But No

I’m not any of those

I’m the person who stands here

Writing you this poem

I’m nothing but who I am