The Power Of The Elements Poem by Taylor Roberts

It be merely pure,

It be natural, It

cannot be created

nor be destroyed, Simply

reused and altered, It

separates nations, Yet

bring us to a common

connection.



It bring beauty to the

abyss of the forest,

Its sound fills the air, And

causes thoughts and stress to

elude us, It be so

simple yet it bares so

much beauty. The dessert

desire its presence,

It be seen as a gift

from the Gods, As be

given by Poseidon.



Its journey has brought it

four score around the world,

Being needed and not

wasted, Used and reused,

Merely serving a

purpose, Never losing

a need.





Yet it bring death, and

destruction, Causing a

loss on the upmost of

mass, Destroying thousands

of souls, Within seconds,

the earth can be reshaped,

And destroyed, With its

reason baring no moral,

Nor freedom of choice. Too

much can kill, Yet likewise

can so little. Its own

blessing be its curse, And

its purpose being its one

possession.





It unites us, It be

essential for all to

survive, For all birth and

life, From the Roses blossom,

To the tree baring fruit.

To the existence of

the homeless, To the most

exquisite homes of the

rich and famous. It bares

no preference, It is a

need by all, All race, and

gender, No matter who

nor why, It always be

needed, No matter of

the identity.





But why such a simple

element have such a

strength, Why be it ignored

and be seen as a mere

nothing, When its power

be so strong, As it flows

and runs, Or as it stands

still, sentenced to spend its

eternity waiting,

Its magnificence be

always unseen, Never

truly known, Yet of course

it be seen as such an

Insignificance, It

is merely a

wasted Possession