Finding a Fifth

Each step I take draws to the abyss, as I get closer I hang back from the lip Finding a squat I kneel on the ground, closing my eyes to feel in the sound A whistle of wind draws me in first, my soul does fill till it could burst Hearing the trickle of water nearby, quenching my thirst in minds eye And just as I thought that was all, a rustle of grass could just be heard Earth mother woken in silent plea’s, to rush and bend and play for me My face is warm by the grace of fire, stoking my faith to rebuild desire My elements all did gather with glee, but the final one still escapes from me The last of elements thought to be known, the fifth and final lies far from our home Far out in space it floats to find, a place that lives within our minds I turn and walk from the abyss, the finding of a fifth is something I cant miss