Just a quick post today and tomorrow since I'm going to be out of town for a conference. This poem came from the same prompt as Day 1, but two years later.
I am the Echo, the sound of what you have lost;
I am the haunting melody of the panflute,
Reminding you of what you never had.
I am the rocks at the shoreline,
Worn smooth by the tumbling waves.
The ocean is my mother, the sky my father.
I am wistfulness personified.