Can I be the air, that blows without going anywhere,
but be everywhere.
Can I be the earth that does not get sad when stepped on,
but be the ground for roots to stand strong.
Can I be the water that flows without destination,
Every droplet, No race From ocean, To ocean, In ocean
It just always flows without any winner.
Can I be the fire that burn as it fits,
not feeling guilty or proud
For engulfing whole forests,
Or keeping it warm, the night and skin.
Can I be in anyway, anything but I,
In the home state, where these spirits reside.