I’m not the one who comes and goes
And lives their life in fits and starts.
Instead of which, I’m that which knows;
That’s why I’m always off the charts.

I’m present in a howling gale
As much as in a gentle breeze,
And, when the planet’s lungs inhale,
I taste the sap of all its trees.

I’m nimble as a mountain goat
And potent as a roaring flame,
And every voice in every throat
Is trained to sing my common name.

Though both the clouds and endless sky,
I’m known to one and all as I.

Photo by Simon Berger on Unsplash

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