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I am, or am I?

I am the leaves falling on the sweet delight of children.

I am a soft laughter that echoes through the meadow.

I am the scent of the wayword roses wafting on my friend, the wind.

I am the tears of the sky feeding into the Earth's puddles of rage and sadness.

I am the defiance of the underground coming up to the air to spew my anger.

I am the curiousity of a young scientist reaching into the beyond.

I am all of these.

Now, what am I?