Shape Shifter

When I was finished
being a tree,
I fell into the sea,
and swam free
upon the waters …
bobbing
and rolling
in sun-drenched
swell.

When I tire of these sensations
I will change again, dancing in creation …
perhaps in flame
or mouldering clay
never forsaken,
forever at play.
Linked in chains
of life unbroken,
since first creation’s
word was spoken.