You are the root and the tree and the spirit of the tree.
You threaten the nests of sparrow hawks as well as the nests of sparrows.
Larger than our combined breath, you illustrate yourself
with whitecaps and dust storms, hurricanes and blizzards.
You are also the whisper that we do not hear
as we fetch and drone
in our fast, accustomed orbits.
Dream bringer, cloud chaser, shaper of the earth we stand on,
teach us to heed slight ripples from zephyr or stone.
Teach us to listen
when there is nothing to be heard.