I move with the rhythm of the wind,
Twirling, shifting, bending,
A fragment of light,
I brighten the path for the lost ones.

I am struck down,
A small piece of driftwood,
In the midst of a raging river,
A stone, sinking to the bottom of the sea.

Lightning strikes,
Energizing me,
Fuelling me,
Reviving me,
And my eyes flash as I come back to life.