Some wants to be the thunder,
Some wants to be the earth,
Some wants to be the fire,
Most of their desires are to be feared,
so they asked the last girl,
What element do you desire?

The orbs in her eyes seem to be moving,
as she calmly looked up and said: wind.

Formed through the movement of cold air and hot air,
She can be as calm as the zephyr,
surfing her way through the dandelion pasture.
She can be as fierce as the squall,
causing violent mauls and wrawls.

Some people would like or dislike her,
but at least she would feel worthy to the atmosphere.
© saraahsofeaa
#wind #selfworth