Watching the flame lick your skin
Hearing the waves banish your strife
Feeling the winds embrace like kin
Knowing the ground supports all life
How it obeys no living thing
None can master its energy
None can silence its ring
None can tame its beauty
How it holds our lives in its shroud
The song of the rain through the trees
The gurgle of a stream on the ground
The angry bliss of the sea
How flight is its fickle gift
Swiriling the leaves in a breath
Throwing the trees in a fit
Theiving your hat with a laugh
How it holds the last retreat
The foundation holding all at bay
Standing strong for all it meets
Always the last to change its ways
The eternal trance...
The living chance...
The twilit lance...
The elementals dance...