Entwined I am the wind. Moving air about more out of boredom, really, I despise inactivity. I am the earth. In silent caves, on rocky cliffs the darkest forest deep, The mother beneath your feet I am the ice. Thin coating over cold water, fish peer through my window, a circling hawk flies in shadow I am the fire. Always hot, I burn, my sorrow in dying embers, flame gone, no one remembers. I am the sky. Not so much above it all; I wrap myself around these elements that are bound. All factions are in kind, cohesively entwined. Julie A. Dickson
