I am the light that flickers luminous, upon the rippled water
I am the gentle breeze that tickles the nape of your neck
I am the happy smile of a child singing a riddle
I am the billowing clouds that roll across the very top of the mountain pines
I am the fiery glint of a reflection of the rising sun across the valley
I am the dog's white mane ruffling as she runs, full out
I am a baby’s gentle sigh
I am the hand of a friend slipped into yours during prayer-eyes shut.
I am the moon as it lingers.