A little voice,
it asks me to stand alone,
To stand tall and proud
under my power
for I need no other mortal
to aid me.

I need no blustering air,
to blow about without thought
and throw me into confusion and disarray

I need no rushing fire,
fluttering and beautiful,
to unthinkingly burn and overwhelm

I need no flowing water,
so desperate and craving,
to cover me in cold that drains life

I will be earth,
solid, sure, steady, dependable.
I will not move unasked,
not give up what is not owed.
A nature that nurtures,
coaxing life and love
to throw color across landscapes
and to warm souls.

I gave up my heart,
thought it a trade,
but then it was drowned,
burned,
suffocated,
but I think I would surrender it again.