Some days, I am the Earth

Some days, I am the Earth

A wise and weathered tree

Casting shade for all who plea

Would they do the same for me?

 

Some days, I am the fire

A burning, passionate sun

Stomped out ashes, looking glum

Already doomed to be outdone.

 

Some days, I am the water

A desperate, clinging tide

On the ocean floor I hide

Lacking any sense of pride.

 

Some days, I am the air

A soft and timid breeze

Barreled over on my knees

Hoping one day to be freed.