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360 Degrees

My limbs stretch into new space,
leaves trembling with anticipation.
The wind has been too calm of late;
I am in need of vigor and stimulation.

My roots become restless in silence,
searching for sounds of distant thunder.
The earth moves in my deepest grasp,
where dark powers thrive far under.

I welcome quakes from down below,
and I revel in storms from far above.
Do not let me rest this night in peace;
awaken me with your wrath of Love.

Strengthen me with rain and gale.
Shake me to the depths of my reach.
I am the creation of all your forces,
the eager student of all you teach.

© All Copyright, 12/31/2001,Clay McKelvy.
All Rights Reserved. Printed By Permission.