can i call thee the wind that blows
that light and gently stirs leaves of trees?
perhaps thou art the mighty Sol
with tender strength that warms the earth;
or should i say thou art the rain
that nourishes earth’s grassy plains?
thou art perchance the moon demure
that flirts with earth with soft allure?
art thou the stars that flicker bright,
lamps burning endless through the night?
or else thou art the ocean wide,
the timeless flow of ebb and tide;
thou art the force in all the earth
indeed, and all the earth is me.