I am the tough bark of a redwood tree,
standing proudly in Muir Woods.

I am the gentle yellow petals of a lily,
dreaming in a garden.

I am the clouds,
sending turquoise tears down to earth.

I am the sun
always arriving on time
to light up the sky.

I am the gleaming eyes of a mountain lion
chasing down her prey.

I am the frightened eyes of the deer.

I am the crisp orange leaves of a sleeping tree
slowly letting go
to blow lonely in the wind.

I am the roots of a tree
holding strong to earth
Cracking city concrete.

I am earth,
strong
and
fragile.