Who Are You?

Dear People,

I want to tell you that some grown-ups think that children are just a piece of clay being formed and added to each day, but I can prove that wrong. This is a poem that I wrote when I was nine, but I am nine right now anyway.


Do you see the stars in the sky?
Ask yourself this question- who are you?
Do you trust in men, or something else?
Are you sure that dinosaurs are not alive,
or are you sure that we are not alone in the world?
So ask yourself this question, my friends...
Who are you?