To be whatever it takes

 
To be the ethereal breeze when
the moment calls for it,
to be the storm unleashed,
the lightning bolt that cleaves the skies,
the lightning that tears
the clouds laden with torment.
To be the icy wind
that lashes with wintry fury
or the rain that refreshes
the fields in September,
to be the radiant sun
that warms the days of May.
To be the summit of the untamed mountain
of the indomitable mountain,
to be the flower that germinates
among the grass of the fields.
To be all that, to transit,
to return, to remain,
to be whatever it takes
to be genuinely human.