Three Elements Collection Poem by Taylor Roberts

Three Elements Collection


Water
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.

Fire

It be what the darkness
fears, What the light strives on
for, It brings hope and power,
But the strength to fall an
empire.




It brings creation and
revolution, To the
darkest of dwellings, It
brings forward the chance for
the evolution of
humanity, Its power
be seen by its roaring
glow, and its exquisite
dance, To all of that who
gaze upon it.




It brings survival to
the harshest of lands,
And It brings life to a new
beginning, It brings hope
Through comfort and Devine
protection, From the fear
Of the devastation
of the winter nights. Man
before feared its wrath,
but now it be shunned as
simply a tool and weapon.




But every light has its
darkness, As angels bare
their demons, As every
souls holds its scares of the
forgotten past. Power
if contained brings pure
success and renaissance,
but power to strong brings
only damage. As a
power uncontrolled reeks
havoc to all who dare
to face it, Its use for
good, be contrasted, and
given an equal fate
for evil potential.


But its destruction be
unintentionally, As
it be purely a
flame. Dance in the wind,
breaking through the silence.




Such simplicity be overseen, as its be
forgotten, As the age
of technology has
destroys the purest of
reality, weakening
our hearts to the beauty
of what we see before
us, its overwhelming
force, it lost power, our
Forgotten and last past,
Yet be it seen as but
a wasted Possession.

Air
As it be rushing and ricocheting on an
endless path of continuous flow,
All be around it stood still,
As it whistles through the forest,
And echoes through the cave,
Never seen, but always know.



Its calm pace yet be powerful,
Bringing leaves to spiral and twirl,
And sand to be swept away in a wave of
energy.



Its mere potential be so strong that
technology could freely feed on it,
Freely will no damage or lose.

But all comes with a price,
Its beauty be its both blessing and curse,
But there be a point where curiosity
challenges its predictable nature.
Transforming the calm paced flow,
To an explosive burst of raw energy.



Taking everything from its path,
resilient and showing no mercy
To those in its way,
Uprooting nature
And bringing an end to the ruling of technology.



But even this such damage have a cause
of such beauty,
Whilst now, it be simply
a wasted Possession.

Open Conclusion
Their stories have been told,
As outpours of reflection,
Bringing their true nature and lost beauty to the world again,

But what we often see as our own,
What we take little attention to,
And assume we may take for granted,
Could never contrast much more with the truth, they be free, and uncontrollable,
Their beauty be forgotten.

Their meaning be open,
Their conclusions be left free,
For it be you who may only decided,
Their true nature.