This Is Me

I see the birds.

Do they know where they're going?

Do they know what they want?

Instinct is what they follow.

I am a bird.

I see the snow.

Why so cold?

Why does it let itself blow away?

Changes at the touch of one's hand.

I am the snow.

I see the stars.

What do they do with their existence?

What will happen when they disappear?

Blend in with the rest, but stand out with a closer look.

I am a star.

I see the animals.

Where do they go when they need help?

Where do they cry?

Hide the pain, show little emotion.

I am an animal.