Who are We?

We are the lightning that rips open the skies,
the thunder that makes the ground tremble with its cries.
The ones who are searching for truth and lies,
the dirt beneath our feet, that favorite song constantly on repeat.

The ones who experience victory and defeat,
forever unfinished, for we can never be complete.
The ocean that sweeps the sandy shores,
the wind dancing freely through the moors.

We are the birds flying through the sky—
look at us soar.
We are the beautiful butterfly,
the flower that opens its petals in jubilation.

The individual, the nation,
the still lake and the sunlight that makes it wake.

We are stardust,
the abandoned building decorated with rust,
the tree that bears fruit, its roots,
the purveyors of truth.

We are a mysterious existence.

— MO SPEAX