Transition3 Revealing World Poem by Mary Mc Creath

And so,
I found myself moving farther and farther away,
from my world on top of the mountain.

I found now a stronger warmth
as I neared the foot of the mountain peak.
This warmth melted what was left of my
coldness and firmness,
and instead of slithering downhill,
I began to run freely,
in a new form.
I just could not recognize myself anymore.

In my old form of hard solid ice,
I knew who I was
But now I kept discovering
new things about myself,
that I had never dreamed of.

I could seep into the ground,
enter a tree or flower, escape again,
in the air and rise high above my mountain peak world,
that once was my home.

I could join a river,
and travel faster than I had ever dreamed of,
to meet an immense mass of water
that was full of fascinating creatures.