lightning i think
I am born in the forests, In the cities I die, I swim all the oceans, And wander the sky. Though I'm numbered eighth, I should be named first, For without me you'd perish, For breath you would thirst. What am I?
My veins extends beneath the Earth, My hands raised toward the sky, I can seem to live forever, Though many times I die. I cry when I am wounded, Sweet tears that help me heal, I mourn and take off all my clothes, When bitterness I feel. What am I?
