What I was before all that time passed:

A singular breath in an autumn sky,

a thousand dreams rushing forth

born of optimistic expectation,

the branches of a tree stretching since

the beginning of light, roots strangling stone

to bury deeply in the earth.

Continents drifting back together,

my energy radiated outward, and

I scattered to the streams and the stars.

You only see glimpses of me now, but

I am there. I always have been.

It is time again.