"I am..."

I am that fallen drop of blood

on the battle ground that nobody saw.

Glistening in the cold moonlit night,

silently engulfed by the earth so raw.

I am a faint shadow in the woods,

in a stormy evening that everybody saw.

Dismissed by them as an aberation,

leaving me for the wilderness to gnaw.

I am that juvenile wave in the ocean,

emanating from the silver horizon.

Aging every second en route to the shore,

to disintegrate on a rock when its my turn,

I am a shooting star across the crimson sky,

at the dawn that can make wishes come true.

I am now a meager speck of sand on a leaf,

smudged and lost in the morning dew.

I am that velvety grass beneath your feet,

in a summer afternoon that comforts you.

Indented in shapes as you walk through,

but, I am still a weed in the wolrd's view.