Earth,

I want to be the bull chasing the red with passion.

To be the matador, a fearless fighter. 

To be a bride married to amazement.

A bridegroom that takes the world in his arms. 

To melt into a river and reach all ends of the earth.

Or the rock that endures the crashing waves. 

The leaves that prove wind is real

And the sun that warms a cold body.

I don't want to leave this earth with a sigh,

In a rage of fear, or hidden among the shadows. 

I'm not a visitor, earth. I'm here to live.