i am the fire on the hill

i am the fire on the hill

i am the breeze in the valley still

i am the rain as it pounds in

there is nothing that is not me

i am the whisper through the trees

i am the ice without the freeze

i am the slowly seeping in

there is nothing that is not me

i am the buds at the start of bloom

i am that space when there's no room

i am the waves crashing in

there is nothing that is not me

i am the mountain climbing high

i am the spirit by and by

i am the sun that draws the light in

there is nothing that is not me

Show your support

Clapping shows how much you appreciated Shana Baldwin’s story.