You are the net, spreading out wide.
No—you are the sea, teeming with life.

You are the sky, with birds aflight.
No—further!—the stars, gleaming with light.

You are no one thing,
but the many things you are
are you.

You are a collection—a collage—
of creativity and compassion,
of capture, of counsel, of composition,

All crafting the constellations
of story — of Story.

You are no one thing,
but the many things you are
are you.