Saturday, October 24, 2015

Wandering Ballad

You are who you are,
yes, without a doubt.
You are a blazing ball of fire,
to burn the shackles of slumber.
You are a body of furious waters,
to inundate and vitalize the soul.
You are the zenith of the sky,
to eternally inspire as a canon.
You are the dark giant of a cloud,
to sedate the ever quivering mind.
You are the rhythm of the sound,
to harmonize the senses with Nature.
You are the fragrance of all petals,
to mesmerize a humming heart.
You are born in flesh so tender,
to connect with the human agony.
You are a gallant learned warrior,
to fend off the threat to humanity.
You have always been who you are,
yes, without a doubt.
You will always be who you are.