Human.

alone in a room,
with the shadow of the dawn
waking the world,
shaking gently
the sleep from my eyes, 
i look out to the mountains
and realize
its all the same.
sharp craggly cliffs,
hostile and volitile,
are bathed in soft forgiving
morning light.
deep dark woods are still and crisp,
the dew shimmering on each leaf and needle,
welcoming any passerby for a light summers walk.
if the great feats of nature can change so,
with but a change of the light,
why can't i?
why can't i be like the cliffs, soft and gentle,
while being fearsome and cold? 
or the woods, deep and secret,
yet full of mischeif and life?
why does it seem
i must choose?
did the desserts, 
did the mountains,
did the woods,
or did the oceans...
did they all have to choose?
why can i not be like them,
why must i be so unimpressive, 
so minute and unexpressive,
why am i what im led to believe i am?
why am i so human?
then i look around me once more and realize just that...
i am human.
the most impressive and expressive thing on this earth.
but using human eyes, 
i just didnt see it.