In the mirror, I see a thousand faces,
Each one a fragment of my true self,
A mosaic of memories and places,
Telling tales from books upon the shelf.

I am the colors in the sunrise’s glow,
The whispers of the wind in silent night,
The shadow and the light that ebb and flow,
In the dance of dawn’s early light.

My roots run deep through ancient lands,
Yet my branches touch the sky so free,
In my heart, the shifting sands,
Hold the essence of my identity.

I am the storm and the calm sea,
The echo of a past untold,
A future waiting to be,
In the story of a soul so bold.