I Am All That ~ A Daughter's Presence

I am the forest,
I am the trees,
I am the branches,
And I am the leaves.

I am the butterfly,
hovering o'er the forest floor,
I am the raven at the gate,
guarding the forest door.

I am the hummingbird,
fluttering softly on the wind,
And I am the honey bee,
buzzing busily upon the breeze.

I am the mourning dove,
singing to the sun,
I am the song of the nightingale,
when the day is finally done.

I am the laughter you can hear,
in the childrens' daily play,
I am a seamstress of the Goddess,
weaving the rainbow light of day.

I am the forest,
I am the trees,
I am the branches
and I am the leaves.

I am all that now,
And I am so much more,
I'm the one who stands
knocking, upon imagination's door.

(as channeled through her grieving mother,
on July 12th & 13th, 2009 in a sacred redwood grove)