What am I?

 What am I?


What am I, but a gentle whisper?

 A lone tree, in a rain forest.

A star, hidden by the glow of the moon.


What am I, but a humble servant?

A tiny drop in the ocean.

The dot on the ‘I’.


What am I, in this sea of souls?

A tiny toe on the footprint of mankind.

A single page in the book of eternity.


What am I, in this universe?

But a single speck on the expanse of nothingness.

 An action. A choice. A decision.

Can they really change my place?

 Will I make my mark in history?

Or will I fade away like words written on sand?