Four Gifts
Earth is the store for the resources, not to be abused.
Air is God’s breath, breathing life to the world.
Fire is the lord’s love, warming and showing our path.
Water is his tears, keeping all hydrated and strong.
These are the gifts from our saviour up on high,
The four elements were to look after, not waste on a whim.
Treat them with respect, passing on to generations yet to come,
For these four gifts give us life, when there gone, we’ll go too.
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