Perhaps there are no words or endless words to describe who I am.
I am the hope of Spring.
I am faith that moves mountains.
I am the bagpipes that makes your feet tap.
I am the laughter of a six year old.
I am the sunrise in the East.
I am a prayer and a song.
I am as loud as pelting rain.
I am as quiet as morning dew.
I am the New York Times crossword puzzle.
I am the Winter blizzard that arrives with intensity.
I am the bee that always finds the nectar.
I am the child of surprise and spirit.
I am the adult of wonder, of love, of generosity, and of faith.
I am truth, freedom, and limitless possibilities.
I am more than this.
I am.
I.
Am.
Mary Anne