Who are we?

Not our names

Our age, our place

Who are we?

But our words

Our clothes, our hair

We areWhere we go

What we read

Who we see

We are

What makes us

What destroys us

What grows us

What kills us

We are time

Unchanging, never stops

We are the trees

Serenade and yield

We are the beauty

The flaws

The yes, the no

The right, the wrong

The perfection or the imperfect

Are we

What they see?

Or are we

What we see?