A poem about individuality and connectedness mutually coexisting.
|1/6 Billionth Unique
I am one of six billion others,
six billion others have tried and failed to be me.
To be me is to know a pine tree's smell,
a pine tree's smell as the spring season breaths.
Breaths to prove the world living,
the world living of you, I, and we.
You, I, and we are the future,
the future, the daughter and son.
The daughter and son are now living,
now living to learn I am one.