I Am

I am the trees and the air.
I wonder who everybody really is.
I hear laughter and joy.
I see everyone with a story to tell.
I want to be the leaves being carried away by the wind.
I am the trees and the air.

I pretend that everything will be OK, even when it won't.
I feel the flowers blooming when spring arrives.
I touch the soil keeping everything in place.
I worry when fall comes and all the petals of the flower start to dry up and fall apart.
I cry when winter comes and most of nature is gone.
I am the trees and the air.

I understand the dying flower
I say that NOBODY is perfect.
I dream of Happiness overflowing sadness.
I try to stand strong, even hwne the wind is stronger.
I hope that everyones worries can go away.
I am the trees and the air.