It is me who keeps the trees together

It is my mind
That keeps the city foggy

It is me
Who floats cold at the bottom of the stream

It is me
Who keeps the bird hearts beating / going

It is my steps
That keeps you going / walking

It is my falls
When the cars collide

It is me
Under the tires

It is my trembling
That quiver / jitter in the cones, the catkins

It is my sighs
That drip in the park

It is me
When the wind kisses beneath your coat