Drifting, the wind as my guide,
Her voice whispers to my gaunt face
In my reply, I can no longer bide
I follow, my heart in her embrace.

Drifting, drifting to the river of truth
My hands against her gentle flow
I follow her, like the inquisitive sleuth
Her gentle feel, as I kneel down low.

Flowing, the current as my ride
Suddenly, a crash; a surprise
The sight of lightning, but I must stride
This journey toward the planet's cries.

The smell of smoke, the smell of death
Led by the lightning's mark
Upon the land, a bonfire's breath
I know now, our nature's spark.

The elements have brought me far
Covered by the earth's bath
Marred by hunger, brutality, and scar
I follow the earth's woven path.

Looking up, I see that the sky would bore
In my reflection, my final treasure
"I see now... What I've been looking for...
It is myself... my own will's measure..."