You and I are One

How would I be wrong

In saying that you and I are one!

We have gone in separate paths,

Faced numerous wraths.

But just as surely as we are born,

Some day we will be gone.

Our minds may wonder in the same plane

Or may even not exist again

But our bodies will surely decay,

Tomorrow will be fertilizer of what is living today.

Slowly but surely we become parts

Of newly born plants

We learn the art of listening,

Patience and the pride of belonging.

Then we enter again,

Into the vast food chain

And thus, over hundreds of years,

I am a million things, it appears!

And you are also ever-changing.

Thus I feel this sense of belonging.

That you and I are not separate.

To say that you are you is not accurate.

As I am a product of an ever-changing mold

I am in you, this without doubt I hold.

As we belong to this world forever,

We are merely a part of a river.

At any point seeming the same,

Yet at no point ever the same.

We belong to the same world,

Of the universe of a single mold.

I can be compared to none,

But, without a doubt,

You and I are One.