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

earthenvironmentlifewindpersonification

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