I am not this flesh and bone
I am the tall trees that ever grow
I am the rivers that mightily flow
I am the winds that howl and blow
I am the sunshine's unyielding glow
this form of man that you see
is simply, truly not the real me
I am the mountain whom none can leap
I am the valley that time digs deep
I am the rain that over these lands do weep
I am the birds, the beasts, the things that creep
I am what I say, what I dream, or keep
I am what I hope for when at last I sleep
In this place where never I weep.