Don’t be a whirlwind my love, Fiercely roaming the lands
Leaving destruction in your path.
Don’t be a storm at sea, fighting the waters
No one sees that far
Don’t be the wind in the hills
Smashing into the boulders,
With no real place to go!
Or lightning, with a split second of a chance.
To make its mark.
You my child, are the bright summer sun warming the soils.
You are the steady rains, beckoning the seeds to plant.
Even when the world gives you every reason to show your wrath,
You my dear, are the principled force that moulds the earth.