Who am I what am I meant to be  
Such wild things of course
That part of me is nature but
What am I meant to be
I could pretend to be things that wander wither and die
Or the things that see and are alive
I sit alone with leafs falling upon me
Some red some orange some even black
Would I want to be a leaf
I sit on grass and wonder
Why grass yellows wilts and dies
Then come summer and is alive
Would I want to be the grass
A tree a tree maybe
It does not die nor does it see
Would I want to be a tree
An animal maybe a wolf or a coyote
Would I like to be a bird
A red robin or a black bird
I can pretend to be almost any thing
But what am I a wanderer a pretender
A human a beast a flower with out a bloom
Or am I just a pretender
That can be almost anything
Then I know just what I am
I am the pretender of the land