I am. I am from the cabin on the mountain side Looking out.

I am from the weeping willow Crying as violent winds rip through its wispy arms, only a silent whisper. I am from the spring A time of hope and rebirth. I am from a strong bear and a wise doe. I am from The nature is the worlds magic and You are who you are. I am from a pack A strong-linked family, always there to help. I am from the raging storms to the soft rain to the days of joyous song. I am from the constant voices to the instant silence. I am from the lonely branch, low to the ground but though small and possibly insignificant I still have my place. I am from a small piece to a larger whole.