I am only human.
The wind builds up around me, whipping leaves off the ground that circle me repeatedly. I cannot stop them: I am only human.
Time is against me, counting down the days until I am old and frail with Death stood hungrily at my door. I cannot stop it: I am only human.
The sky hangs over me, threatening bad weather or teasing me with glimpses of good, as and when it pleases. I cannot stop that: I am only human.
But there are thing that I can change. They are small and sometimes insignificant to other people, but to me they should be held in the highest regard. I can fly on the wings that I can design and create for myself if I try. I may only be human, but that means so much more when I smile.