AIR <br />An ocean I’m called, going to and fro <br />In the twin pipe organs that breathe and blow <br />I enliven all hearts <br />From the very first start <br />The first to come and the last to go. <br /> <br />FIRE <br />Food is the fire at my hearth <br />Delivered through blood before birth <br />Life on it depends <br />To live you must expend <br />The price of living on earth. <br /> <br />EARTH <br />The thick repository of all that is <br />Growing things must feel my kiss <br />Whether volcanoes spew me <br />Or earthquakes chew me <br />Always beneath I exist. <br /> <br />WATER <br />I float nine months in loves briny ocean <br />So gently rocked by each tiny motion <br />Fresh riptides of blood <br />My whole being flood <br />The painful entrance inspires devotion. <br /> <br />Four elements compose the whole <br />Each one plays it's very own role <br />But the deepest part fills <br />When the first breath instills <br />The self’s own select living Soul.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/four-elements/
