I’m a tree with striking tan lines triangular in a vast barren landscape.
I’m weathered amongst the winds of change, reaching in multiple directions in order to remain stoic.
I’m earthed into dusty sand, treading holes into the untrodden sun-caked crust.
I’m the flow of black water opposite a blue sky soaked in sunshine.
I’m present. I’m the One. I’m all of us.
I’m looking down the barrel.
I’m taller than I’ve ever been.
I’m holding the weight of myself.
I am the mountain and the mountain is me.
