I am...
  
  A sapling that strives to reach the light,
Expanding its branches to incredible heights.
  Rain drops that fall from a darkening sky,
To land with intention on the lash of an eye.
  The bear that sleeps through the winter cold,
Following tradition form bears of old.
  The author who composers an enchanting tale,
Of hero’s from war refusing to fail.
  A clown who pressures for humorous laughter,
With jokes and pranks to amuse the crowd harder.
  A worker who craves for a sunny weekend,
But only receives a stormy days end.
  A leaf that is carried with the gentle night breeze,
Is soon solid in a winter like freeze.
  Of the wolves that hunt as a team in a pack,
Who corner their pray and lunge for the back
  The river that meets with the ocean wide,
Starting from a trickle down a mountain side.
  A stallion that racing across the plain,
The whistling wind in his tangled mane.

  I am...
The spirit