I am

I am the wind that
wants to wail
I am the gale force
that rips through
I am the hurricane
that rages
I am the tornado
that lays waste
I am the wind that
scours bare
I am the wind that
wants to howl

I am the flame that
wants to burn
I am the fire that
wants to devour
I am the hearth-fire
I am the forest fire
I am the match that
Lights the peace pipe
and the crack pipe
I am the fire
I am the flame that
wants to burn

I am the water that
wants to be poured out
I am the rivers that
are dammed up,
I am the tears held back
I am the seas swelling
I am the skies weeping and
I am the land flooding
I am the water that
wants to be poured out

I am the clay that
wants to be shaped
I am the rocks
I am the stones, the pebbles
I am the boulders
I am the bones
Of the earth
I am the hills and
the mountains and
all the high places
I am the clay that
wants to be shaped