My spine is formed by great and stalwart crags and peaks.
I whisper secret jests in zephyrs.
I am transformation.
I am given my thanks in the innocent yawn of a lion cub and in a flower’s first display of petals.
I am birth.
Oh, creation, how I love you!
I love my multitude of shapes.
I am the tide that meets the shore.
I am the sand it kisses.
I am perpetuation.
I am the seed.
I am the tree.
Oh, creation I am your caretaker, and when you are ready to fly, let my hands carry you upward.
How I love you!
My darker face smiles at all that is with an infinity of twinkling eyes.
I blow a hunter’s horn and thunder bellows in the charged firmament.
I am the seer.
I am paid tribute by the aurora borealis and the aurora australis.
I am the mystery.
Oh, creation, how I thank you!
I thank you for my formless form.
I am fire on high.
I weep a quench thirst.
I am justice.
I am the light.
I am the rain.
Oh, creation I am your dreaming, and when you take to the air, my hands shall be there to receive you.
How I thank you!