whoosh...
It blows by.
Wind.
Giving hope,
giving sorrow.
The leaves
follow the path
of the cool breeze.
Bringing a scent
of home
It isn’t far away.
Whistling.
Wind.
It blows by.
whoosh...

Drip, drop.
Water.
The giver of
Life itself
It can be
The softest of streams
The roar of the angry ocean
And all in
between.
So calm
Yet, so gentle
Gives life, yet can
Kill.
Water.
Drip, drop.

BLAZE!
FIRE!
The giver of cooked food
And the giver of
Burns.
It takes lives every day
And gives some tomorrow
Can be the
Soothing and comforting campfire
The killer of all kinds
FIRE!
BLAZE!