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Earth
All mossy and dark
From it, we return to it
The base of the root
Water
The gift from heaven
Seeking the lowest places
Feeding all of life
Air
Unseen but moving
Like a great giant bellows
Calming and subtle
Fire
Consuming all life
The seed of all that will be
Life springs forth, renewed
About the Creator
B. M. Wissell
Pilgrim soul with a crooked grin
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