I Am

We had to write a poem for school that couldn't include transient states, here's mine.

I Am

I am a present waiting to be opened,
hoping someone will discover the gift that is inside.

I am an eagle waiting quietly for the day that I can fly,
finding my true place, way up in the sky.

I am a small part of this universe I'm in,
but only I can play this part, or the disguise is rather thin.

I am something miraculous, like a rainbow after a storm,
heralding the returning sun, so sweet, soft and warm.

I am a temple for my spirit, time to set it free,
so I can run, dance, laugh or sing, and just let me be me.