Phases Poem by Mahfooz Ali

I am as old as the oldest rock,

yet I am constantly being reborn into the cycle of life.



Such tales I can tell! !



To be carried high by great winds,

and swept through Magical lands into great seas.



To be as strong and powerful as the mighty ocean,
yet even in my softest form I can change
the shape of the hardest material.



To be as gentle as the Morning dew
that glistens in the early hour light.



To give life to all beings.