I am ground,
Foundation,
Soil.
I nurture,
Soap like sponge,
Grow things.
I am mixture of clay,
Sand,
And stone.
Both soft and hard,
Gritty,
Sticky,
Falling apart.
I am plant,
Small and tender,
Tall and lush.
Always growing or being plucked.
Replanted,
Blooming,
Gone to seed,
Never fully grown,
Always needing sun,
Soil,
Water,
Air,
Space.
I am wind,
Changing direction,
Changing speed,
Coming and going as I am called to be.
Knowing not from whence I came or to whence I go.
Yet confident still that I will be.
I am water,
Simple,
Complex and fluid at the same time.
Flowing and still,
Cool,
Refreshing,
Stagnant.
I give life and take it.
I am wanted,
Needed,
Endured.
I am sun,
Bright,
Blinding,
Sweltering heat.
Fuel to some,
Withering others.
Loved and hated at various times.
Rising and setting all at once.
I am fire,
Natural and man-made,
Intentional and not.
Illuminating,
Consuming,
Flickering and burning out.
Smoldering embers waiting to reignite.
I am element,
Fragment,
Singular,
Plural,
Whole.
I am fact,
Fiction and mystery.
I am nothing and everything bound together.
I am the universe folded up.