This Year's Blockbuster

You chewed me up and spat me out
picked me up
and threw me around,
now there’s only one thing left for you to do
take me down.

And I will be the grin
on every face
that hurts you.

I will be the cold
on your skin
when the winter comes.
I will be the burn
from the sun
when the summer arrives.

I will be the sky,
the air,
the ground
and the trees.

I will be the sneeze,
the tracker,
the animal that spreads the disease.

You might want to make sure you appreciate everything you have right now
before you step outside today.
Because I will be there,
in the shadows
and in the light.
Beware.