Call me Luca. 

I am the breeze on a chill winter eve,
The salt in the air when you stand by the sea.
I'm the tears on the cheeks of smiling faces,
and the rapids of rivers in the driest of places.
I'm the scent of the soil on the rainforest floor,
The lava that bursts from the Earth's mighty core.
I'm the heat of the sun on the deep sands of time,
but I'm only a piece of fate's grand design. 

Poet, Novelist, Human, Spirit, Stardust.