My Miracle:

What am I, But falling leaves, in Autumn's rust, And all that has passed? I am here, Reincarnated, Born again, Of shrivelled gardens- Wellborn lives, Of numberless worlds, Noble deaths, Through eternal time. Ere seasons, Before summer; before spring, White silence, I have been. Why I am, But to vent their love, Their goodbyes, Hello again, Life! Every flitter, Every blossom, Every dive, Every motion. Every scrabble, Every cry, Every struggle, Every fight, For- Every breath, Every life, & every fair death. All that I wasn't; To become all that I am, Just to say thanks.