I had to do this "I am" poem thing for my creative writing class. I kinda liked how this one turned out.

I am

I am a tree, watching the world pass by me.
I am a bird, flying high above while the planet spins below me.
I am young and wondering how the world works.
I am grey against the background of a stormy sky.
I am at a distance, watching what I cannot reach.
I am rain slipping through your fingers.
I am uncertainty, blending into the walls of life's mazes. 1