I am the sky,

The blues of the morning, happy and bright, untouched but lonely, no clouds in sight.

I am the earth,

Fertile and frolicking, wide and green, even as the wildflowers sing with the wind, and the blood that is pressed into the soil beneath me, with the wild sprouting in glee.

I am the wind,

Soundless and free, carefree and careless, as one would wish to be, singing praises into the ears of many, sad and lonely may they be, the wind may stay, not away, from any.

I am the sun,

Bright star against the sky, lambent and bent with joy, laughing with no sound, and warm but not scorched.

I am the sea,

Vast and infinite in the eyes of one person, endless beneath it's surface, and unknown is it's creatures that it is home to, all encompassing and steady, but the sea is never restrained.

I am the moon,

White with morals, but dark in surrounding, cold and gentle, wished to be unmoving, as the tides below sway to my command, as the people on the ground sleep with no sound.

I am the stars,

Bright dots of freckled light, scattered and uneven, but beautiful in every right, immovable but present, distant but not lost, away but not stolen.

And of all the things that I am,

I am love,

Ever present and unending, unconditional or otherwise, heartbreaking or fulfilling, I exist amongst them all, there are those who do not believe in me, but I believe in myself, and who is to stop me from loving me? For who am I, but my own identity of love?

- C.M