Gifts of God
Elixir of life
Paramount to living souls.
Sans it, endless strife.
The terra firma
A domain which teems with life.
Sans it, landbound die.
Air, the gentle breeze
A clot of gas we hold dear.
Sans it, woe betide.
Water, land, air
Gifts of god precious art they
Need them be destroyed?
Copyright © Sarthak Upmanyu | Year Posted 2021
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