Who are you? Who am I?

Like a tree we touch the sky,

Our story starts within our roots,

Like the pages of a book,

Every inch we grow, we change,

Sometimes simple, sometimes strange,

A story found in every knot,

Some will read them, some will not,

But each one will shape your way,

They made you who you are today,

Towards the sun you stretch your branches,

Reaching out like knowledge lances,

Each part of you tells a different story,

But viewed together you shine with a complete glory.