A One Way Street

I am the tree that bears the fruit.

I am the strings that suspend the clouds.

I am the light that resurrects dirt.

I am the twinkle that speckles night sky.

I am the beauty,

I am the song,

still you refuse

to sing along.

I am the bolt that strikes the dark.

I am the strength that shakes the earth.

I am the chill that steals your shiver.

I am the drought that awakens your thirst.

I am the horror,

I am the tear,

still you refuse

to shutter in fear.

I am the wind that sweeps Falls leafs.

I am the bird that leaves for winter.

I am the force that turns the tides.

I am the warmth that welcomes you home.

I am the father,

the stitcher of souls,

still I will lose you

when it's your time to go.