Burn

Fire tends to melt ice

We've been told more than once

Fire tends to eat us alive 

We've been told before 

Fire tends to attack us from the inside, and burns towards the out 

Fire tends to taint porcelain 

And dirty its white-out 

Water is sweet 

Water is silent 

In all seriousness, water is vicious 

Rapid in its movement 

Rude in its pace

Almost like words unspoken 

And emotions portrayed 

Earth 

Keeps us grounded

Keeps our feet planted to the ground 

Its a home, somewhere thats recognised and unrecognised everywhere we go

Its often cold 

Its often warm 

On earth there are often dull moments 

The scent of the grass tickles my nose

Whistful, wanting

Your already known 

Spirit within us is all of these things 

Elements that touch us, engage us, entice us

Where they often kiss, consume