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.