Don't be the degrading bones in the dirt
Don't be the crackling fire in the woods
Don't be the eroding rocks in the river
To my younger self,
Be the solid dirt in the bones
Be the 5 different woods in the fire
Be the river that made the rocks
To my younger self,
The earth isn't elements of you
You are the elements of earth
We are the sticks in the ground,
We are stuck in the ground.
