EARTH WATER FIRE AIR

to live we need
just little whits
not boundless greed
for bigger bits

the earth that grows
the apple tree
can slip and slide
and bury me

the water wet
that slakes my thirst
will flood the land
when black clouds burst

the air that fills
my lungs with breath
can spin the skies
with flying death

the fire that heats
the cooking pot
can burn my house
and all I've got


to live we need
just little whits
not boundless greed
for bigger bits





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