Ancestor

Fragments of tiny bone

hidden in the microscopic shells

pieces of my ancestors

and their life force.

In snow & soot,

in falling rain,

fractals of their evolution

cover me.

In the roots of ancient trees

and the sands

of the oldest deserts.

They wave at me

in their spirit form

from their oasis.

In castle walls

and buried secrets.

In rivers that divide lands,

their energy flows.

They are everywhere,

all at once.

Protecting, guiding,

reminding me of who I am.

Pinpointing exactly where I came from,

and every battle fought to get here.

I am thousands of stories,

written into a novel of humanity.

A dictation of my ancestry.