The Cusp of What I Am #7

 
I am the arctic wind on a moonlit winter's night
I am the warm summer breeze lakeside in the shade.
 
I am the shattering quake sent to bring you to your knees
I am the long smooth rock you lay across to soak up the sun
 
I am the funnel cloud nightmare from your childhood dreams come true
I am the lift in your kite that takes you to new heights
 
I am the cracked and blistered drought ridden valley floor
I am the moist fertile soil where seeds sprout and trees grow
  
I am the dust devil that blows up your skirt
I am the breath used to ignite fire from hot beds of coal
 
I am the catch for all sprayed poison on its way to rivers.
I am home for fungus and food for worms.
 
I am a rolling thunder soundtrack to your lovers' quarrel
I am the gust that frees milkweed seeds from their pods
 
I am molten lava violently released to build new mountains and islands
I am solid bedrock used to anchor skyscrapers
  
I am the place where you lay your graduated loved ones to rest
I am whispering prayers of thanks for this life.
 
 
Day Gun