I exist when the shadows lean to the West.
And depart when they yearn for the East.
I remain when the sun leaves our hemisphere.
And wander off when it comes too close.
I'm the storm that overcomes senseless chaos.
And the stillness that listens to rain.
I embark on a path among wild saplings.
But leave the forest when trees are found.
I start alone but travel among many.
I end alone, then begin again.
I follow the shadows and find the saplings.
I heed the sun, and search for the trees.
