We have arrived. Yet
we are many, and we
gather. Still yelling at
you all, to turn, requiring
you to move, demanding
you help one another.

We scream for you to
follow the spiral path
of transformation. Our
clouds swirl nine miles
high. We batter you so
you learn your limits.

We barrel through your
countries to find out
you have gone too far.
You have forgotten too
often how we are all
interconnected. Now

It is we who remember,
calling sentient beings
To acknowledge their
Indivisibility. Know your
Souls are close and bound
To us, the hurricanes,

The firestorms,
the earthquakes.
We vibrate, dance
in wild rotations
of celestial mirth.
Our souls follow

The beat. We are
intrepid. We are
spirits of change.
We call on you to
reconsider your lives,
we are the cyclones,

Insisting you hurry,
since there is little
time before you and
your circle of interrelated
species will no longer
be threatened. Instead,

You shall fail. To survive,
keep watch and listen.
You run away to escape
the very thing you have
created. Understand that
this is in no way possible.