Sleepy_Bummy

You cannot grasp water, but it is inside the soil.

You cannot touch fire, but it is inside the tree.

You cannot hold the wind, but it Is resting on the rock.

If you let them be, they will exist everywhere.

The faint blue light makes me sigh.

My white breath turned into snow and tears.

I could not let them drop and hide them.

Despite knowing that they will fill up once again.

I am a fool who dares not shed a single tear.