Who Are We Really

The lovely landscape of my life

So unpredictable, unusual

Charismatic, is if brushed by a modern impressionist

Combined the rainbow colors in the easel

All the brushstrokes, in motion, not quite discernible

Molded from the hues and contrast of the elements

 

Witness earth curvature n earthiness within us

My scream at birth, the chuckle of the babe

The nature to persist,

 The will to go beyond from innocence to what ?

Curious, investigative, ever growing

Eager as I ascend the tree of knowledge

 

I want to reach farther beyond,

 even where I cannot”

“Who am I really?

The lover, the parent, the leader

The builder and the destroyer

Nature has given me the tools of pro-creation

 

Yet I, we are time bombs.

We flutter, driving hormones and testosterone

The chemical boost in our paring

for love, closeness, and friendship, loyalty

Yes, we find each other and relish in our companionship

Always daring combative to scale another  mountain

 

Creatures of the earth we return to the earth

Still we ask ourselves

” Who are we really?”

What is my goal in life?

“Where will I be five,  ten years from now?”

Yet all life, my life is finite , so precious before all evaporates.