Transformations

Written by: Annalee Pierce


I wish I was the wind
For she is lighter than feathers
And never has to worry
About gaining even an ounce
From the load she carries
With a whisper from her lips

She dances, lithe and lean
Through the stale space she fills
Strong, though she seems
To be nothing
She can also be everything
Nowhere and everywhere
I wish I was that beautiful

Then again, think of fire
As he burns into the night
Destroying all that’s in his path
Cackling with delight
Destructive and reckless
Is what he makes out to be
But no matter how much he consumes
He’s feeling thin and free

Fire does not judge himself
Based upon his size
Instead of facing ridicule
They scream as he walks by
They step aside as he creeps up 
And watch the man at work
Never from any human being
Have I gained that respect

If I became the rain
I could flow forevermore
The face of sorrow and of pain
Of that I could be sure
I’d be the thing you’d believe in
If you think the sky can cry
I’d wash you clean
When you walk through me
Just to see if you’re alive

Rain is not the one to lean on 
If you’re sobbing from goodbyes 
But she’ll still reach for you
Because she can sympathize 

I never thought about how good
The elements can have it
They’ve never had to starve themselves
Then try to kick the habit
This makes me green with envy
Though try I might to hide it
If I was wind, rain, or fire
I’d never have to diet