Recreate

Recreate
I am a stone solid and hard
The wind
The rain
The sun
Turns me to soil and sand
I try hard to resist as rocks against me grind

I am a tree tall and proud
The wind
The rain
The sun
Turns me to rot and fall
My branches in hope limply embrace me

I am a plant beautiful in bloom
The wind
The rain
The sun
It turns me to decay and dust
My blooms and leaves are not saved

I am a brook that sparkles
The wind
The rain
The sun
It absorbs me to the heavens
And leaves my droplets dry

Finger of God come stir in the mixing bowl of life

The sand of the rock
The rot of the tree
The decay of the plant
The water of the brook
New life in me create