I Am He

I am he, Spoke the acorn to the tree Said the flower to the seed Replied the wind to the breeze And standing up in awe Stood an oak tree standing tall And below his roots did lie The acorn who did cry That I am he. Like the wind who fathers the breeze Or the flower, who nourishes the seed To grow up and be like he I am he. I am he said the father to the sky And the stars in the night To his son that he held To become like himself And I am he. I am he Said the raven to its young And the bear to its cub And the wind to the breeze That I am he. And looking up in belief Lied an acorn from a tree From which that it had fallen Knowing he had been calling’ To be like he. So, I am he Like the father is the child And the flower is the seed The raindropp to the sea I am he! And he is me Replied the oak tree to the seed. Randy L. McClave