My turn
@rok-sivante
I am the thoughts of the Morning, your swirling ideas, the wuthering heights and descending planes.
I am the lush green of the meadow, the still blue sky and the hot brown sands across these vistas.
I am unsung lyrics, nameless chords, beautifully evident in the lark, insipid as in drones and draconian as in snores.
I am Ice, and Warmth, and fire.
I am Spirit, Soul and Body.
I am god.
Drops mic.