Alive

It's alive, don't you see the very air around you breathe - Breathe in, breathe out like the tornadic wind that turns about; You cannot harness it nor reign it in revolving within this earthly spin; its images digress along south, north, east and west, terrestrial and atmospheric virility hostile, unfathomable, primal futility; It's the spirit uncontained like stormy skies and falling rain The earth, the air, and the wind lives in humility the spirit held within, alive in its fragility. For Miranda Hawley's contest, Personification of the Elements 9/13/23