The Four Elements

Short poem about the global state of affairs reguarding the world we live in things to consider. The learning curve of creation weighed against mankinds natural flair for destruction.

It's always here yet always alone
Born of no body but the world is it's throne
When it rises in anger you hear it whistle and moan
It's the voice of the wind and your mind it's now blown

It cannot exist with others insist
Always so bright lights the way through the night
Uncontrolled by desire with sheer will it grows higher
It's the heat of the fire come crowd round admire

It's chaos theory the people are weary
Endangerd some say beyond the brink of dismay
With all things entwined like the heart of the mind
It's called mother earth she's raped for her worth

It's rapidly diminished almost close to finished
Melting astounding rate per day we will surely pay
Cycle of things theories it brings like the one about strings
It's water or ice both are free too much melting effects even thee


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