For every direction the wind blows
Parts of me scattered away
For every raindrops that fall and flow
Parts of me washed away to sea
For every snowflakes I can count now and then
Froze every parcel of my being
For every rays of sunshine
Parts of me dried to blemish
I suffered from the changes of days
And the cold of nights
I am Life
I am Death
I am Nature
Bond with the wind and blown
Blend with the rain and rinsed
Entwine with the snow and melted
Dry by the sun soiled to earth
My part is small
But I play it nonetheless
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