I am like a single-celled protist.
A shaped shifter that quietly dwells;
In a drop of water, with no fixed cells.
I move with my pseudopods.
To have you close enough, and engulf you;
Like phagosome, We fused anew.

I'm like the river, flowing endlessly.
Turning into pebbles, smoothed by time
And the river's currents rhyme.
I move with the rapids.
Where emotions flow
like meandering streams;
Navigating life's constant themes.

I'm like the growing moss.
After a volcanic eruption;
Growing stronger, in chaos' destruction.
I move amidst the barren rocks
Where shadows softly creep;
In nature's quiet keep.

I'm like an old bonsai tree.
Roots deep, filled with histories;
Whispering tales of time mysteries.
I move with a silent breeze
Branches reaching the sky,
With leaves never asking why.

As the universe unfolds,
I am but a fragment, playing my part.
Like a star moving with cosmic tides
In a distant galaxy that silently glides.
I am, therefore I am.