Elementals

Everywhere she rides as everywhere she hides.
Stirring the blades of the field as she stirs the Oak ancient in position.
Cooling with her breezes she toys with our emotion
As we know she could so easily destroy us with her storming.

Desire for warmth guards our souls around the campfire of our seating.
Lighting stoves just as striking bolts from heaven.
From the depths of the earth she fuels the knowledge of
Creation throughout destruction. She warms as she destroys
Still she’s toying our emotion. Are these Elemental beings not worthy of our praise?

Rising from the crevice moist she seeps in creeping throughout the currents of Our mother.
Falling from the skies - flowing towards the deep blue. Without her we would die -
Whilst Earth Our Mother bears her fruit ripened through affection.
Providing for our survival the fruit - the grain - the animals we rear.
She is our support as it her pull upon our souls that holds our feet
Firming on the ground - even if we are prone to drift in shifting dream states.
With them we would die - In there presence of present union we must naught but sigh
As we play with the harmonies that allowed our being to be.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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