wind breathing through trees

some days, i would be the strands of wind that breathe though the old growth cedar stands
some days, i would be the threads of steam that rise from Salt Spring's hot springs
some days, i would be the breath that rolls through the Okanagan hills,
that whips through the jagged peaks of the Rockies
some days, i would be the waves that breathe the ocean breath
some days, many days, i dream