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.