I am...

I have been the tops of mountains

peering at the world through the cumulonimbus haze

I have been rushing rivers

dragging all manner of things

down my course

I have been the tree in the field

sentinel witness to the beauty of solitude

I have been the wisp of smoke

last reminants of energy released to the winds

I have been the pebbles on the beach

standing in the laugher and joys

I have been the calm face

of the lover that holds you while you cry

the twisted limbs

of the bodies you broke

to build your cities

and when your cities crumble

when your last tear dries upon this soil

I will be here to remember

the legacy of your ancestors

is safe, in my outstretched arms