Transcendent and low
Fills your lungs as you stride on
Guiding the storms forth
Great mountains above
The dust beneath your own feet
To it all return
Warmth that bites back
Fury in its purest form
Never far from home
A calm flowing stream,
The rage and awe of the sea,
The quencher of thirst.
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