I wish I were a stone - still
and she be the water - free
for she might touch zillion stones
on her way
but I would be glad
for once in her voyage
she brushed through me

I wish I were a tree - rooted
and she be the wind - so wild
for she might have gathered sands
from the forests, deserts
far and wide
yet on her entourage
I was there for a while

I wish I were a moment - evergreen
in the vastness of her time