Four Elements: Air
It is alive... it carries the rain in its hands
And feeds the fire down below
And can travel across the land with both
quickening speed and languid gait.
It is nurturing... the stern breath we take
And the breath we give back
It asks nothing and everything
Through loud and quiet and light.
It is father... the one that looks over us
It carries the balm and the chill
It envelops us for good or bad
In its ethereal cradle.
It is air... the wind and the sky
It shows itself yet is unseen
A silence that boths calms and deafens.