Lover

I am a lover of God's creation,
 and lover of God's creation
Together and all at once.

Fuel

How many crushed and ancient trees, as I watch clouds like wings lift along the forested mountain, then a concentrated funnel of air curved whiteish like a soul leaving its body, after death, have I now burned going to and fro, as fossils of the past to feed the destination of the future in this present moment hung between the dimensions?