I am the rising flame of autumn,
kissed by winter’s icy light,
I am the tender bud of springtime,
Summer’s dance of gold delight.
I am the space between the breath,
The mountain reach to the cloud
I am the lifted rush of wings
as birds begin their wondrous flight.
I am the tender touch of mother,
soft caress upon your face
I am the winter winds that blow
and the morning sun as it shows its face.
I am around you
Always with you
I am the sun on ripening grain
I am the rain which falls upon you
I am the warmth which comes again.