I am the weight that makes the ground beneath me
When I land on my feet.
I am the storms that plow through lands and tear
Right through civilization's seams.
I am the hail that plumets from the skies,
I race through the air like a shard
Of broken glass
Expected to damange
I am the heat with which a fire licks
Leaving traces of ash and dust
And a burn that leaves a permanent touch
To always remind you of me.
I am the feel of the soil under my soles
As my toes settle into the land.
I am the wind that kisses the trees
Forming illustrations in the breeze.
I am the rain that gathers in
Reflections recreated from a fractured horizon.
I am the warm embrace of a flame,
In the coldest, darkest, night.