I am from the river
flowing through the descending valley.
I am from pebbles
skipping, splashing, sinking through the cool water.
I am from a rocky shore
for the day I float by that same rocky shore.
I am from the back lawn
with three dogs awaiting white snow.
I am from a thousand blades of grass
caressing me, as I lay down to rest.
I am from their tiny roots
held firmly in place
while time passes on.
I am from the upstairs bedroom
where secrets stay.
I am from black nights
when the rain showers over a hanging light inside.
I am from a four sided brick room
sagging from the passing time
while a song of the once bright sky plays over and over and over.