First came air

to offer consolation

:: I am air ::

I am light transparent

You didn’t even know I’m here

But I can come down on you like

a storm

Gravity crushing you

Wind

Transformation

Into breeze

I am what connects me to you

Oxygen

Blue white cloud

:: Breathe ::

Then came the ancestors

With their blanket of wisdom

Wisdom that springs from sources,

before language and words,

when there was only poetry

Then came the trees

To offer their rootedness

Always in movement

Grounded in stillness

:: The trees know everything ::