Am I the rain drop falling
Upon the autumn leaf,
Balancing a life time
Until the breath of winter
Shakes me loose to fall beneath?
Am I the log or grain of sand
Upon the tides pulled out to the sea,
Floating for a lifetime
Until a full moon calls me home,
To drift to land, set free?
Am I the frozen flower bud
Upon frost bitten twigs so dry
Waiting out the season
Until the spring refills my veins
To blossom once, then die?
Am I the piece of iron,
Upon which nothing grows but rust
Coal decaying for eternities
Succumbing under pressure
Becoming a diamond in the dust?
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