Things to become,

With this swirling compass,

Ever moving winds,

Ever beaming yellow - white light, 

Ever drifting clouds, 

Will you guide me all throughout,

And show me what I need,

Tell me what I'll learn,

And become overall Me?

Yes,

You say with your everlasting compassion,

The green beneath me,

The clear yet blue water running through my toes,

As salty and earthy air fill my lungs,

You help me place the first step forward, 

For this, 

I'll carry you with me, 

Wherever this compass points.