I am the creator, and you are my creation.
In your smile, I see my dragonflies feasting and dancing.
And in your angry outbursts, I see wind stirring leaves to chorus.
And in your sadness, I see my ducks quietly drifting across the pond.
And in your excitement, I see my wandering waves crashing against coastal rocks.
And in your uncertainty, I see my ants marching toward a drop of honey.
For I am the creator, and you are my beautiful creation.
I say you, but really, I mean me.
We are one, my soul.
Sometimes, I forget that.