I see you in many forms. One minute you're liquid, fluid in movement, slidding, gliding, slippery.
Then you are a rock, solid, strong, unmoving.you move back and forth between these two dimensions with ease.
You can be hard like granite that comes from the earth, but in a blink of an eye you are soft like a flake of snow on the cheek.
You are the wind that blow cold of the mountains, you are warm like the blood that flows through your veins.
I see you as the seasons, ever changing, from one form of nature to another, changing, fluid in movement, or hard like the stone.
The mountains are a part of you, the are in every fiber of your being, binding to the land and creatures around you.
You are them, they are you, always together, always connected with the spirit that can't be broken.
The stream that runs beside you, feel safe and takes comfort in your presence, the water know it's safe from anything that may destroy its sweet taste up on your tongue.
You are the guardian of this land, you have been chosen to be the glue holding all that is dear, close and protected and has no fear.
The moon,wind and star all sing their own song and you hear each of them like the voices of great spirits that walk your land.
Always there, always listening, you are all of this and so much more. You are the holder, the safty net that will always be there.
Ready to catch a falling star, ready to harness the wind, ready to help the injured bird fly again.