It Starts With The Question

I am lost,

What is life and what is death?

Am I something … or just nothing?

Who am I?

I listen and finally I know,

I am life and death.

The mountains and the sea,

But still a trapped soul,

I need to go through.

Now I am quiet and unheard, but I have a voice and I can learn to use it.

There are problems that concern but people just don’t care.

Hazes of anger enclose,

But I can’t hold back any longer and I don’t need to,

I need air … I need to breathe,

Suddenly I am souring,

Past everything from climate change to war and poverty,

I am found,

I am the blind man who finally saw,

I am nature.