Living the Dream

Oh, the Wind, she blew, and the Wind, she knew
the tempt and the taste of sting,
for in pain we are borne, to another morn
where the wild wind whispers anew.

Oh, the Water, it rises as old man surmises,
the ebb and angst of receding,
for adrift on this shift in stone and sand
uncovered a season’s surprises.

Oh, the Earth, she knows, and the Earth she grows
in the bluster and fluster of weather,
for she is aware, in the ice’s glare
that a promise is kept ‘neath the snows.

Oh the Fire, it heats in North’s cold defeat
in his warm will he charm with delight,
for under the cover, is the root of the mother
and survival is ever so sweet.

In silence we dance and give forth the chance
to the thrum and the drum of our god,
for our faith in the chaff of a Mighty Plan
happens not in sad circumstance.

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