I am the wind, the desert breeze,
the ocean spray and rustling leaves.
I am the whisper through the pines,
the echo in the canyon deep,
the hush of dawn before the rise,
the twilight’s breath as shadows creep.

I am the laughter in the rain,
the golden light on waves that crest,
the dance of petals in the field,
the sigh of earth in silent rest.
I am the shimmer on the sand,
the rolling mist on mountains high,
the fleeting touch of fleeting things,
the unseen hand that stirs the sky.

I am the spark in winter’s frost,
the distant call of geese in flight,
the fire’s glow on weary souls,
the guardian of the quiet night.
I am the fleeting, I am the free,
wandering far, yet always near;
a breath, a ripple, a song untamed,
a voice unbound for all to hear.