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A whirlwind stirred 

And in it I grew 

Spinning amongst the worlds

Collecting dust and flowers and debris

I threw out the old ideas

Guilt and fear and wonder 

And once I thinned so drastically 

Learned that these had forged most of my being 

I swayed round and round so fragile amongst the mists

That in all the turmoil of the everyday spin- about

The shadows broke me

At the hip I fell apart 

Beat about in the rising dusts 

Pleaded with the earth for a rock to hold on

Pleaded with the heavens for for rain

And once the drizzle came, planted myself like a seed

Firm in the ground

Now I will wait for the sun

Now I will hide behind a rock and follow the light

Despite the winds, I will rest my head gently on the moss that grows on it 

and fix my eyes on the sun

Enjoy every beautiful day that preludes the winter 

Wear my colors proud against the grey 

Feed and breed and dare to dream of tomorrow

And never again be afraid of the wind.