A Natural Identity, Slowly Identified by Science’s Development

What is my identity? Alas! I have found it! It is the interpretation of scientific similarities between us all our hair, the color of our eyes, height, all those colliding with the natural identity of life. We are a Scientist’s Rose Slowly wilting, it is weird. We are all dying as we grow. Our leaves get bigger, brighter, the longest swan song there is.

Who am I? I am the seed of the past generations. I traveled across regions and lay my roots here. I am also a form of dandelion and multiply to travel across the land. Others see this as a regular course, but myself, with my colorful leaves represent a unique migration , still retaining the hues of my past.

To some I am a male, brown eyes, curly hair, a hyphened American. Yes I am, but I am also nature’s product , uniquely blossoming according to my environment and my emotions. The mitochondria in me is endowed by my good friends and family giving me energy to grow stronger.

It is warm sometimes, warm until the point that some of my leaves begin to crisp. Here comes the rain! A cool mist that lets me remain alive longer, I look up at the sky and see life! Life, in the form of heavenly droplets, one by one, transforming into small rainbow bodies against the sun.

Scientific Definition and Natural Magic tie into one. Photosynthesis of me. I embrace everything with open arms, stems and roots grow out to try new things. Sure, at times I may be a weed. It is caused by my mind’s reactions, human embodiments of negativity that are explained neurologically as well. I am not a perfect creation, I am wilting an example of my vulnerability.

I am wilting, but I like this. I am wiser, I know not to be Icarus and fly to close to the sun. To be like Persephone and fight to remain atop with this beautiful land.

My Mundane life is amazing, look at my colorful leaves! They are growing! I wonder what other colors may be born next. I also wonder what handprint I am going to leave. What genes will my seeds inherit? Nevertheless they will be both good and bad, helping my children become stronger.

I am Ivan five foot eight, eighteen years old, and starting life with the fertilizer of grandiose accomplishments, and the colors of my past. Science and art have identified me and I have identified myself.

It is the night, I should go to sleep. These travels have made me stronger.

The Human plant which I have become is nestled across the world’s foliage.

I am wilting, but I like this.