A lightning in the air

We should be a statue,

In any maze, never eroded away.

We should be the lightning in the air,

Constructing our own way.

We should be the fire,

Flickering in the dark.

No matter if the darkness increases,

The fire radiantly sparks.

Be like the tree,

Knitted with the soil.

Standing still always and swaying,

Controlling twists with toil.

Life will throw riddles,

You are the one who have to get them right.

Reaching the end by crossing hurdles,

Progressing with perfection and always having a solution to the plight.

Or you can be the North Star,

It glitters brilliantly in the ashy, grey sky.

Who does not shine when the light has entered the room of dawn,

To assist and show the right path when it's time for night to rise.

Be like the sun who enhances the stage of sky,

Who wakes up very early, not to boast.

Switching on the bulb to provide heat and light to the Earth,

Since the ceremony of aid to Earth it has to host.

We can also choose to be a leaf,

Supporting the whole plant.

It just does some special and unique jobs,

To see the delight of the plant, which it wants.

Being a foe,

Is not utilitarian.

Just be the person who proves to be a hand-lender,

For, doing bad is equivalent to pointing a gun.