I am that lone tree on the mountain top
Swaying by the sea
I am the wave that crashes the rock
Taking back a bit of sand with me
I was the bird in the flock
Moving together flying ahead
I was the anchored ship
Bobbing restless swaying yet still
I am the streak of red bloom
At the edge of the field
I am the snow capped mountain peak
That refuses the summer
I find me drifting away with the clouds
Away from the skies away from the ground
I find me rooted to the earth
As the wind around me moves around
The heart sealed away in the oysters
The mind wandering with the stars
I find me rising and setting like the sun
I am the leaf that has left the branch
Aimlessly drifting into the wild
I am the flame once at the doorstep
That has found a forest to ashen
- © Haem Roy