You are the moon.

I once was the soil

Nurturing roots so deep

Curious to know what doesn’t lie below

To the air i did creep.

I once was the wind

I felt so free

I begged for friends, and He did bless me

With wings through me they did soar

Yet i yearned for something more.

I once was a flame

And into the world i went

Following the winds orders

Until concrete i met

the air started suffocating me

I searched relentlessly for more kindling

Around the wall, the fire dwindling

I burned through forests, villages and cities

And not a single place could fulfill me

Barely an ember, as i mourn ashen fields

Where my bonfire had played

Now offer crop for farmers yields.

I watched myself die on a rainy day

And down to the river, my sacred char did leach

Meeting my old friend Wind, but this time, he didn’t tell me what to seek

Pulled by forces beyond my sense?

River, what causes your unrest?

“They still are fighting to bestow, upon you a marvelous glow. Nothing provided ultimately fulfills. And in your search, you have killed and been killed. A piece of you stays behind. To create the vast expanse of Time. It’s this piece you will always seek. Always right there, but out of your reach. It’s this piece that tells me how to flow. How deep to be and how to be shallow. Your search has brought you now to me, let me show you what i see.”