I am the folds of the fabric of time,
I am a part of a divine rhythm and rhyme,
I float on the rising waves of tides,
When they are lit by golden skies,
I am in the winds that rustle the grass,
In the clouds that softly pass.
When the rains come crashing down,
I am a part of their glorious sound.
I do not end with the end of the day,
I do not begin with its start,
I cannot be destroyed, nor can I be formed,
I cannot be praised, nor scorned.
I am untouched by joy or pain,
Im not god’s boon, nor the devil’s bane.
From the ashes that will the end be,
The phoenix that will rise is me.
And in the rays that bind the world,
My colors are triumphantly hurled.
I am the universe, and it is me,
When time ends, I’ll still be.
I am not free, nor am I totally bound,
The elusive trophy of solace, I have found.
I cannot be pleased, cannot be riled,
For I am my mother’s special child
