Inspired word weaving

[I am Shayne]

My being is energy exchanged through the elements.
I belong in this process of infinite elegance.
I am but a drop of water in the ebb and flow.
The process engulfs me even more than I know.

The sun emanates far in the distance.
Is it love, or a byproduct of its existence?

I inhale the air and return it my breath.
Wind blows through the trees, my sigh is the breeze.
The elements grant me life till I grant them my death.
My body shall be dirt to feed the trees,
Which open their flowers to feed the bees,
To then grow fruits which drop the seeds,
To sprout into elements that everything needs.
All things are connected and interdependent.
All I am now, will serve as a remnant.

The sun emanates far in the distance.
Is it love, or a byproduct of its existence?

Sunlight moves the air around the world.
Sunlight lifts the ocean into the sky.
The sun gives energy to the process of Earth.
Life exists here, and the sun is the reason why.

What could Earth do in return?

The sun emanates far in the distance.
Is it love, or a byproduct of its existence?