If the lonely sky doesn't scare you

Nor does it soothe you too much

If the waving sea doesn't kiss you

Nor does it jump at you and lurch

If you can count the stars and smile at them

But not forget they're far too away to be here

If you can be the tree's roots and its stem

But not wait for the sweet taste of pear

If you can love everyone

But not be too soft, out of fear and run

If you can mingle to hold up your dignity,

But not lose your authenticity

You are real, and even if you're not all this

You are you, and that is enough.