I Am

I am the spreading of the wings of hawks. I am the glowing of burning embers. The snapping of perishing twigs. I am the all conscious spark. The hungry cry of the wild, the song of dark. I am the paint, the canvas the  breathing of art. The flowing of life, the beating drum, the heart. I am the go and the cart, the finish in the start. I am the actor and the part. I am the target, and the arm, of the thrower of darts.  I am the raging of a swollen river, the banks the dam, I am the universe, I am the great I am.