If you fall, I turn into a small mushroom
So you can watch me in the eyes
And let you feed from me the strength you need.
If you fly too high in the sky, I turn into an eagle
So you can avoid the cunning perils
And let you find the way back to Earth.
If you burn, I turn into a crystal clear river
So you can heal your wounds
And let you quench the scorching thirst.
If you laugh, I turn into your lips corner
So you can taste the purest of joy
And let you know I will always be there.
