As the wind blows, my limbs shall bend,
When the sun shines, my hands will turn upwards,
As the moon rises, my night cloak enfolds me,
If there is rain, my outer skin will shake it off,
When there is snow, my strength carries the weight,
If the ground moves, my feet remain firmly planted,
As the seasons evolve, my form continues to adapt and change,
And as the years go by, my age will not define me,
But my endless strength of purpose surely will.
