You are the rain,
Lash down with anger, cause me pain.
Cleanse me, take away all that is sane.
You are the air,
All I need, just and fair.
I see nothing, though I look and stare.
You are the rock,
Unrelenting, all in a lock.
It hurts even if I try and knock.
You are the tree,
Strong, proud and plain to see.
Bound, unchained and completely free.
You are the soil,
Mute, and persistent in your toil.
They tread upon you and feed your turmoil.
You are one and you are all,
You rise and you fall,
Bereft of grace, you stand tall.
In your wretchedness, you enthrall.