This Is Me Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Like rings that grow within the tree,
Each passing year has shaped the free.
Through winter cold and summer light,
I find my strength within the night.

I'm not a storm, nor a gentle breeze,
But a river flowing through the trees.
Not a sheep in a fenced-in field,
More like a spirit that
can't be sealed.

I walk my path, my own true way,
Whatever feels right for today.
If I know I'm right, I'll stand my ground,
As long as no harm or bad will be found.

The mountain peaks, the desert sand,
Are written in my open hand.
I do not own the earth I
tread,
But I'll walk with gratitude instead.

Like seeds that sprout, and rivers run,
We're part of all beneath the sun.
Born to be free, on this small sphere,
With nature's rhythm, ever clear.

My thoughts have shaped me, deep inside,
With lessons learned, as years did ride.
This journey's made me who I'll be,
Until I leave, and wander free.