Like the aeons ancient celestial-battle scarred crust of this very Earth

You are strong, like the barked fortress of a enduring old-oak

And yet…

Like the lightest breeze playing across a dew-kissed meadow

You are gentle, like the drifting of a ruby sunset below the flung horizon

And yet…

Like the lashing touch of a storm battering all within its flailing grasp

You are powerful, like the earth-blood filled bubbling core of a volcano

And yet…

Like the maelstrom of imagination that fills every wondering head

You are dependable, the turn of the seasons, the annual gilding and falling of swarms of leaves

And so…

You are…alive. You are …human. Fire-striking, tsunami-powerful. Earth-strong, breeze-gentle. You are stardust driven fierce by a mighty mind. Stand proud and know this. You are enough.

Originally published on Medium