Cogito Ergo Sum

I am not a grain of sand
At the mercy of your river wild
I am not a falling leaf
To be blown away by your raging storm
I am not the grieving earth
To be trampled upon by your conquering feet
I am not the bleeding hills
Carved hollow by the chisel in your hand
I resist, therefore I am.
Cogito, ergo sum.

I am the rolling waves
That crash upon your shores.
I am the unshed tears
That drown your weary soul
I am the silent melody
You cannot help but hum.
I am the deep, I am the dark
All your light can never hide.
I touch, therefore I am.
Cogito, ergo sum.

I am not the Mona Lisa
Meant to adorn your walls.
I am not a poem
To be praised by your lips.
I am not the garden rose,
That blooms just for you.
I am not yours to keep,
Neither to protect.
I feel, therefore I am.
Cogito, ergo sum.