A Walk In My Woods

I am a small path in the woods,

Stretching infinitely in both directions,

Forever in the future and the past.

I am a tower,

Reaching towards the sun.

I am a mighty oak,

Remaining tall and strong.

I have firm roots,

But lofty branches.

I am a river,

Crashing and surging,

Constantly moving,

Yet calm and peaceful.

I am the moon,

Waxing and waning,

Shining in its own way.

I am the paper and the pen,

Where honestly flows,

And secrets are held.

I am everything,

And I am nothing.

I am all the intricate pieces of myself,

Yet just a piece to the puzzle.