A/N This is not a theist poem. Just in case anyone was wondering :-)

I haunt the night

A sleeper without dreams

A vision without sight

Sound without hearing

I haunt the day

Silent in the shadows

Creeping through the sunlight

Whispering on the breeze

I haunt the world

Forgotten yet still remaining

Beyond thought, beyond understanding

I am lost to them

It is not my choice

I await my awakening

With bated breath

As stone turns to sand

As the ice melts and the ocean expands

As the desert turns to water

And the sky to fire

I scream in the storm

Howl in the wind

Swirl with the tornado as

It rents and tears

I am the earthquake

The hurricane

The swelling ocean

The drowning rain

I am not of the earth

I am the Earth

Its power, its glory

Its pain and its wrath

I am its suffering

Its sorrow

Its strength

And its compassion

I am the one true light

The one true god

I demand no worship

Crave no devotion

I ask only for balance

That what is taken should be returned

As I return all that I take

Without question

I am the true creator

The giver of life

Sustainer of life

Taker of life

And when I bleed

All life bleeds with me

When I am at peace

All things are at peace

I did not begin this war

But I will end it.