Another old poem still unsure if it needs work...
I don't have a name
yet I am called by many
I don't have a face
yet may paintings
are done in my image
I don't have a voice
yet many words of mine
travel among the crowded streets
I am not a Who
but a What
I am the begin
and the end
I am the wind
and the breeze
I am the water
and the trees
I am the night
and the shadows
I am the light
and the medows
I am all things
good and bad
I am all things
happy or sad
You don't know me
but I know you
So be careful
Watch what you do
I am not God
though I could be
I am whoever it is
you choose me to be
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