In nature’s violent embrace

Note: this is a part of a novel that constantly drifts into my mind. Due to my laziness and lack of time, i haven’t yet started it. So a converted a very small part of its beginning to a little poem…

The highest cliff I climb and dive
It makes me feel again alive

Strong wind is bellowing in my ear
The grieves and cries he heard I hear

And as despair sips in my mind
I give to him my hearing right

But then the pain he saw unveil
My voice I give him so he can wail

At last I hit the clear water
My loins are filled with something rotten

The waste and filth that she has washed
Inside my body I feel most

So I am filled with sudden urge
My blood I give to have her purged

My journey halts to hardened land
But in I go, right through a crack

Woe me I feel, her huge turmoil
Scars in her face, rapped for her oil

Now that I know how much she’s ill
My flesh is gift, so she can heal

The journey ends in heat and fire
Lava and magma calling me liar

For now I see the gift of warmth
Was changed by humans, in war it’s loathed

And I relinquish my soul’s fiery passion
To rekindle a furnace with this simple action

And thus I end, in a space clear
Not flesh or blood nor soul or hear

And through my eyes I am watching
Earth, water, fire and air approaching

And voiceless I stand, in solemn silence
As they return my gifts in kindness…

The highest cliff I climb at dawn
And strangely I feel like I am reborn…