Child of the Elements

I am a rock; earth, air, fire and water; a child of the elements. I grow and erode; my greatest strength is stillness; my voice, the silence. I am a tree, a child of the elements. I grow and decay; shedding leaves and bark. My voice is a whisper; my strength is the stillness; though I bow to the winds. Immobile am I; a conundrum of nature. I am a mountain; a child of the elements. I grow and erode, by layers. my strength is the stillness; My purpose is a home for rock, tree and beast. I am a human, a child of the elements. I grow and decay like everything else. My voice is a gift; my strength is the still silence, where I rarely go. Haphazardly, I run amok; relying too much on things I create, instead of my silent strength. My greed crushes the rocks; destroys the trees;. My ego dynamites the mountains; poisons the water and air. Because of me, the earth and her children, suffer. Wallowing in my greed and ignorance; my siblings of the elements, are dispensable. I am a human, a child of the elements. I destroy because I ignore, the still silence; my strength.