I am not my hair nor am I the clothes I wear.
I am my naked endless soul connected to earth and air.
I am the blossoms in the trees, the birds in the sky, the tears out of eyes, the laughter in peoples smiles.
I am the rage in the wind, the dark fantasies in you mind. I am the fresh taste of mint, good and bad intertwined. And also some ugly screams in despair but please remember, I am not my hair nor am I the clothes I wear.
I am the soul that transforms into the elements
I am Mother Earth who carries humanity with deep care  
I am. I am. I am. Source.