My words, they rise
From deepest soil
From pathways strewn
With rock and fire

My words, they fly
On shifting winds
Through tempests born
Of breath and sky

My words, they float
On gentle waves
Through waters deep
They dive below

My words, they ring
With songs of joy
With sunlight dancing
On their wing

My words, they creep
Like rolling fog
In whispers soft
Their secrets sleep

My words, they grow
From jagged heart
With softened edge
They bloom in snow

My words, they reach
A hand toward you
My heart, they hold
My truth, they speak