I am a rock; inconsequential on the side of the road just pretty enough to notice.
I am the meadow; plain half of the year as my soul sleeps, alive and vibrant during the yang I am energy contagious.
I am an Emerald; born in May I am the child of spring as I grow into the heat of summer. A deep green aura surrounds this vessel.
I am the tree; roots holding me to my heart as my hands and fingers reach earnestly for the sky above.
He is the air; essential for life He completes who I am. Only whole with Him in my lungs.
He is the clouds; cool and collected He glides through life. Taking the sky by storm, only showing like when needed.
He is the rain; sent to wash away all the negative prints in my body, all the scars that cover my soul and my mind. Freeing me to become more.
He is my sky; the other half to my soul that I have been searching for. The Hand around my neck, the lead attached to my collar.
He is My Master.
-Pandaish.
