I stand on my ground, pinning my shadow self strongly.
Deeply rooted.
Storms have passed their rage upon me like children\'s fists.
Blizzards have hit me hard with their frozen hearts.
Sun has scorched it\'s unrelenting light on me.
Ravens and crows have circled at twilight
Things have wormed in me
Sudden strikings have cracked fire.
I abide in a stretching day
I abide.
I hold the sky
Its monstrous blue
Its decaying clouds
Its beautiful rain