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.