Rebirth

by RyLee Hornok (1998 - school)

I am the delicate limbs of the weeping willow bent in sorrow.
I am the twinkling of the stars that wink down from the velvet sky.
I am the whispers of the wind.
I am the canopy of leaves that creates a forest ceiling.
I am the hiss of silence pervading the night.
I am the flash in the eyes of wild stallions.
I am the laughter of the fool.
I am the muse of the wise man.
I am the darkness that hits the earth like a fallen angel.
I am the rain that fall to stain your face with mirth.
I am the loving stroke of the brush that glides along pieces of canvas.
I am the sweet scent of midnight breezes.
I am the eye of the storm.
I am the gentle slumber that descends with peaceful breath.
I am the rosebud.
I am the thorn.
I am the knife that cuts.
I am the wound that bleeds.
I am the blood that flows.
I am the opalescent wings of angels.
I am the leathery jowls of a demons.
I am the fibers of your very being.

You see, I am alive. I am alive.
I stand as the beauty of creation.
I stand as the finality of destruction.
I stand as fading mortality.
I stand as rebirth.
You see, I am alive.
I am alive.