If I Create
The wind at my back, and filling each lung,
The gift of lifeís breath is aiding my run.
Pushing me further than ever before,
Fueling a vessel of elementís core.
The sun on my skin is warming my blood,
Rushing life energy strong as a flood.
Aiding the balance in keeping my stride,
Darkness within left with no place to hide.
Water then comes, rushing straight to the shore,
Rushing to greet me and show me much more.
Washing away ache and pain from my form,
Cooling my blood when it reaches too warm.
Pounding so hard on the earth at my feet,
I send it compassion, such abuse it must meet.
Taking the load continually still,
Leaving me focus to use for my will.
Not sure where Iím going or all thatís ahead,
Uncertainty still, with much left to be said.
Elements combineÖwater, wind, earth, and the sun,
Little else matters because, I STILL RUN.
Kristopher Michael Butler