Me defined.

Not the luscious fruit

But the basis of it-the strong root

Not an exquisite ornament

But crux of your being, your very temperament

Not the tailored suit hugging your body

But the very blood running in your veins-mighty 

Your bare essential

Your mystic credential

To you-

I am the thirst for water

I am the breezy soother

I am the the touch of warmth

I am the smell of earth

I am the very existence of your own nature

Wind, Rain, Mud -all molded into me, a sculpture.