A story written in the patterns of the air

Following the wind’s road in all its winding

Over cloud and under star

Looping back on itself and starting again

A story scratched in earth and stone

Following the winding of water and root

Over rock and under soil

Renewing and starting over again

This is the tale of creation

With no beginning and no end

We are sub-plots in this saga

We start, we end, but the story continues