By Roger Pollock

Who am I?

To name myself as a mortal,
I must use names as a mortal

I am like the Tree
Wise and majestic
Tall and powerful
And eternal

Yet I am not the tree
For I do not change
Die and rise

I am like the Spider
Spinning my Words
Into a web of beauty

But I am not the Spider
For I don't spin my words
Only to catch my prey

I am like the Moon
I am glimmering and shining
Through the darkness of night

No, I am not like the moon
For all its glimmer is over taken by the
Sun

Maybe I'm like the Rock
Always steady when needed
And always there
I am not the Rock
For the rock is dull
And easily forgotten

I am the