Orgins

by Sarah Dobrowolski, 13

I am from the streak of paint on a blank sheet.
I am from the gliding of a leaf in the wind.
I am from odd doodles on the margins of my paper.
I am from rays of the sun.
I am of the shadows of large trees.
I am from a crisp breeze.
I am from the scent of cinnamon tickling your nose.
I am from boredom.
I am of raindrops meeting the ground.
I am of water greeting the shore but sadly receding.
I am of blurred thoughts.
I am of dancing freely.
I am of wondering of the absurd.
I am from star-gazing late at night.
I am from adoring the moon.
I am from a hesitant pen.
I am from not knowing.
I am from all things random.
I am from a searching eye.
I am from an old yellowed photograph.
I am from a folded page.
I am of a foot unsure of stepping forward.
I am of nonsense.
I am of codes you can’t decipher.
I am of the ridiculous.
I am from countless mistakes.