Who Am I?

Coffee stains my face,
And the rain pours from my eyes,
I call out into the country,
“Who am I?”
But the birds echo my voice as they fly on.

Like the breath of the rushing rivers
My heart pounds, then beats slowly-
I hear it and it echoes to the nation,
“Who am I?”
But the land progresses without ceasing.

So I run to the tallest hill,
Upon the highest mountain,
I cry out loudly to the moon and the stars-
To sun that shines among the heavens,
“Who am I?”
Yet nature continues persistently.

The air within my lungs,
The pounding of my heart,
The rain from my eyes
All ask “Who am I?”
But the earth continues to live-
And so I must move on.