The white orchid, static and bored
Until the Wind plays her a song
And so she dances, claiming her reward
Cleansing Wind as she sways along

The white orchid, frail and homeless
until the Soil becomes her shelter

And so she rises, strong and shameless
Embracing ground as she digs deeper

The white orchid, dry and withered
Until the Water perfuses her vessels
And so she sparkles, a colorless flicker
Exhaling life from root to petals

But hey, what if I tell you
I want to be your Wind, Soil and Water
Would you deny my irrefutable offer?

I'll smell you like the restless Wind
So you can shiver to my melody
I'll hold you tight like a weedless Soil
So you can grow old and mature with me
I'll rinse your tears like fresh Water
So you can smile eternally

But hey, what if I tell you
I live to be your Wind, Soil and Water
Would my dream come true or shatter?


And even though I'm all by your side
I've always been out of your sight
Since you're looking at the Sun above
Giving the Sun all your love
Amazed by the Sun's power
Thinking you're a Sun-flower
Mourning Sunset, celebrating Sunrise
Endless circle of frowns and smiles
Vicious denial of your maze of lies

But hey, I'm telling you
I'll no longer be your Wind, Soil and Water
Perhaps now, will it start to matter?

~Epic Monkey