Turbulent. Fierce. Beautiful.
Just when I thought I could make rainbows on the sand
Just when I knew that I could call the sun my own
Just when I saw myself exude my light to the world
Was the moment I understood.
I am not special, this universe is not mine.
I am a only an entity, an individual grain of sand on the shore so wide
Only a petal in the bouquet.
I don't wear a crown, I can't.
I can only share. I am but a part of us.