Be the wind
That you may breeze by
And blow life into me

Be the gale
That tumbles stone
And shakes foundations

Be the storm
That moves the willows
Of complacency in me

Be a hurricane
That you may uproot me
And relocate my heart

Be the pasture where I graze
The sun that I bask in
The stream I drink from

Be the world to me
Be you

P.Frias