Elements

Elements defy description. They swallow

Up words and some more

There is only an extent to which they allow

There is only a part which comes to fore

 

Of unpredictable and raw strength

You cannot unleash nor harness

The rudiments reveal but only a tenth

With inherent warning not to mess

 

Can you trap flaming burst of the sun?

The abundance of light it gives away

In a cage of glass and think it done

You can’t even catch a ray!

 

Fire exudes a fear so absolute

Proximity can only give strife

Yet it is this power so brute

Which is the giver of life?

 

Can the sheer contradicting ability

Of water be foretold

The same azure blue tranquillity

Can cause destruction tenfold

 

Much like a smooth knife slicing butter

Water has its own quiet faults

The serenity of a lake so utter

Awesome and eerie when it revolts

 

Can the winds be made to change its course?

And requested to rescind or retreat

Can the human force and all its resource

Survive it, revive it, dominate or beat?

 

Gently blowing off the shore

Now and then it fashions poetry

Sometimes it simply shifts the core

Of entire expanses in its trajectory

 

I don’t know what to make of it

Was each element created for assistance?

For when unbridled then every bit

Works to eliminate my existence

 

Staring at the dark abysmal depth

Of an incredible cavernous universe

Off our senses and feet we are swept

Not one expression can be rehearsed

 

The subdued hues of natural green

Streaked with cerise and Prussian strokes

Bewitch senses with shimmer and sheen

An overpowering nous of awe it stokes

Vastness and variety nuance and trait

In full bloom nature never fails to impress

Tints and shades from an endless palette

It gives freely with care and caress

 

Yet when things go awry each element mutinies

Crackling and whipping across veneers

It lashes out with equal finesse

Inadvertently rearing unfathomable fears

 

Man should not destroy

What man cannot rebuild

He has no right to use decoy

He has to repay and repair the guilt

 

The gift of nature, each force a beauty

He has been given to take care and relish

Shouldn’t there prevail some sense of duty

Lest force turns brutal enough to admonish

 

The seemingly contrasting powers therein

In reality do not clash with our interest

This whole rondure was actually built

To serve man well and provide him the best!

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