I am an apple, a pear and a tree.
I am spit polish, a rag and a bee.
I am tornado and I am light rain.
I come to you begging again and again.

I am a X-ray and also your bones.
I am a menu and I am hard stones.
I am with fever and I am with child.
I am tsunami now going wild.

I am forever and also a day.
I am a horse and also its hay.
I am so endless and always so true.
I am the deathless one and I am you.

Vicki Woodyard