I am

Amidst the abyss I stand and peer from clouds in shroud from beyond our sphere.  Strain on bough and bare of leaves, I lift my head with void of ease.  Age ravaged roots rumbled, I lift the earth as rocks crumble, stumble and crash into the ravine, I am simplistic in nature pristine.

I am the grain in the soil and clay, the brisk in the air and the warmth of day.  I am the cliff face welcoming the tide, the raw behemoth that scorches the sky.

I am the blades and petals adrift, the debris in the undergrowth, the rabbit in swift.  I am fauna and instinctual flare, I am life in the spring of hare. 

I am sewn into the crust, as thick as the bark and twice robust.  I am the anchor and the floating butterfly,
I am life in the forest and stream trickling by.
I am the strength and weakness in all,
I am the hidden and the beckoned call.