What created me as a human being?
Why did I not come as rain?
I could have been forever
On clouds core and chest, as bead and chain,
Always ready to fall on the ground,
As a cold or snowy little grain,
My elder would never sacrifice me,
In such a dreadful manner, as is he!
He would hold me up in the sky,
Carrying me as his son, high,
There would have been no need,
For me to always be careful, indeed,
I would walk in the sun, adoring its beauty,
Aggravation of death would have been my duty:
Up high-I would have the sky, below, I would rule the earth,
Having my share, fairly by birth,
I would have rejoiced in valleys and highlands,
Full of joy, would have been the sight of those green lands,
Watered by my sweat,
Flowers everywhere, them, I would never regret,
As i would unfold my core and chest,
For the sun to shine during the day, for the moon to rule during the night,
All while breathing life, with pride,
To those dying lands, left and right,
Morphed into snow,
I had hope in my heart as fire for it to overflow,
I knew that my death,
Would again, come as life, a fresh breath,
And wrap renewed nature,
Around its ears and neck.
1913