i am but a leaf on the tree
a petal on the flower
i am only one feather on the wing
what can i do
i feel the buffeting winds
trace the sun’s inevitable path
abide in the falling rain
it is not enough to simply bear witness
as this strange scythe now makes its brutal swings
i do not wither and fall
but flutter with song
bloom with fierce color
soar in defiance on the winds of spirit
i grow whole and full
abundant in my many dimensions
knowing i am essential
for i am the weathered oak, the burgeoning lupine,
i am the heron poised and ready at the river’s edge
i stand beyond the blindly grasping sweep
laughing
i am truth
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Stand for Freedom
earth sky air 
Such a strong “I” poem. It’s amazing!
Lol, yes, there’s a whole lot of “i” in there! Thank you so much!! 🌷
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*Again I find myself sighing in agreement, “yes, oh yes!”*
Wonderful! Thank you! 🌷