Author: Mark Spencer


Iím on your back
Iím in your blood,
Iím in the tree,
And in the mud.
I canít be seen,
Though sometimes heard,
But I can soar
Just like a bird.
In the river,
And in the sea,
There is no place
You canít find me.
Youíll find me here
Or on your block.
On mountain tops,
Beneath a rock.
Iím everywhere,
Thatís where Iíll be.
And when you rest,
You may find me.


Comments on this poem/writing:

Megan ( -- Tuesday, October 11 2005, 04:13 am

Its either air or God.

Let me know if I got it right. OK?
candy ( -- Thursday, February 16 2006, 06:22 pm

the answer

it is air- the in your blood bit gives it away.
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