Dark clouds rolling, blown from the sea
Squatting like bears, on cold growling mountains
Moving inland in threatening drifts

Wind growing strong, bringing huge rains
Black bears running across the drenched plains.

Feel the updraught now?

I do

A silver line opens the westerly edge
As lightening cracks diamonds
Out on the ledge

The sky opens wide.
I am not scared, of angry old bears
or the coming of death

One day a wild twisting new wind
Will loosen my roots
And at the right time, on the right day,
It will fly me away