It's Just me, V

Here reflecting on the unpredictable passing of this year,
Your essence whispering softly in my ear. 
Are you the butterfly floating on a breeze, 
The dragon fly - flying over me, 
The sound of the leaves as they rustle on their branches?
I hear you in the soft sounds of birds waking at first light from their sleep, 
And in the crunching of gravel sliding under my feet.
I feel you in the sun that shines down upon my face, 
In the rain falling on my hair,
And in the wind pushing me further along this training pace. 
Running on this solitary trail,
I know I'm not alone, 
Tears sometimes never fail, 
You'll always see me home.