Whisper of the elements

Whisper of the Elements In the stillness of the twilight hour, A witch’s breath, a whispered power. Elements old, in circle bound, Their ancient secrets swirl around. Earth, the roots and bones of stone, She holds the weight of worlds alone. With soil rich and fertile loam, A cradle for all life to roam. Air, a sigh, a tempest’s flight, She dances soft, she rages bright. Through forest glade, through mountain spire, A breath of life, a witch’s choir. Fire, a spark, a blaze of might, A guiding torch in blackest night. A flame to warm, to burn, to forge, The witch’s will, the spell’s bright gorge. Water, winding, deep and clear, A mirror to the heart’s own fear. She carves the stone, she cools the flame, A river wild that none can tame. So in the circle, here we stand, With moonlit sky and ancient land. The witch’s chant, the earth’s own hum By these four powers, all things become.