The beginning

In the beginning was only the breath,
nascent, tremulous,
uncertain of its own power.
It blew a little, a leaf stirred,
it drew back surprised at its own strength.
"Let me try again".
Blew long and hard this time.
A branch shook.
Shock, hint of a smile.
"Maybe I can do it".
Maybe not.
Maybe, yes, just maybe...

A deep breath, long shuddering gust.
The tree waved its arms
and then its neighbour did
and then the next one.
Deep breaths,
gathering strength and storm.
Soon the whole forest is in frenzy.
The breath rises high above,
glee, elation, confidence,
points its finger at the sky.
Lightening scisorrs the heavens,
thunder claps its appreciation.
Yes, there is lightening in us,
and thunder,
and we possess
the strength to move mountains.