Sitting quietly by the shore
Beholding elements...one, two, three four.
The water splashes! singing clear
Quiet stones sit for a thousand years.
Brother wind blows all a swirl
Patterns made they move and curl.
But where is the fire? you might ask
Father Sun wears his golden mask.
Making diamonds so divine
On the water, they sparkle and shine.
Water, air, fire, earth
Elements Four coming to birth.
© Christine Summerfield /July 14, 2018