Sun to stars, peeking out though the mist. Droplets ringing the sun in a halo. Sweet, fresh smells floating over the green grass. Lighting veined clouds gathering in the sky. Soft fog gathers near the ground. Electricity tingled on skin, colors turn vivid, the intensity of the coming change washes over the land.
Extreme heat over chilling cold explodes in sound, the wing flaps of a Thunderbird. The wind becomes wild, fierce and cutting. A spring storm builds castles of cloud. The rain quenches the thirst of the earth. Spicy, salty, earthy smells drift up as sky water falls though the air to touch the earth. Rolling thunder and the beat of water mutes the sounds of life.
Silver streets filled with the glow of diamonds, rubies and emeralds. Golden topaz slows the streams of speed. The land beneath overflows with rushing rivers. Wind sweeps dripping sheets across the ground. Droplets bounce off the dirt like a child on a trampoline.
Bursting with life, plants turn pure green and grow taller, reaching for the sky. Curling shapes of cloud blend together in a single blanket embroidered by flashes of lighting. Wolves sleep deeply in quiet, cozy dens buried beneath the dark forest canopy. The storm drums richness into earth.
Raindrops sting as they fly though the air. A mellow scent of rain fills the air, lighting flashes in the distant clouds, you can feel the buzz of electricity on your fingertips. The first tiny drops of rain are cold, piercing and almost painful to soft skin. The sharp winds tangle hair into a wild mess. Rolling and booming thunder, sudden bursts of sound, white lights streak though the sky, soft clouds hide the cosmos. With this the rain begins.
The stars dance across the watery mirror below, the dome of sky rotates over the motion of the waves beneath. The sea meets the sky in a eternal song, the music of dark is heard along the coast. Always moving, always changing, ever distance horizon shifting to the mood, the whims of the great water, a deadly enemy, a fair-weather friend, yet for all of that it’s beauty never diminishes. A bringer of death, a saver of life, nothing plays out more fates or leads to more destinies than the element of water, the ocean.
The sky and the land, two halves of a whole. Nether is complete without the other. Softly merging horizon fading into the distant haze. Earth and air, how different they are, and yet no other elements contrast so distinctly. Combined and some how separated at the same time, brushing their essences at the tree line. The breeze dances in the trees and shapes the clouds, crossing the void of air. How beautiful, is the constant change of the wind.
Sun and moon in the sky, two cosmic orbs both shining on the land. Moonrise and sunset, moonlight and sunlight, day and night, dark and light, shadow and shine, pink and blue, the moon swaps with the sun as the day changes in to night. Ever turning rotation, day passes to night and then to day again. The coolness of night sweeps over the land, easing away the warmth of day. The passing of days ,the fading of night, the beautiful rotation of dark and light.
A canvas of sky with clouds as the medium. Streaks of rose across the globe of fire. A skyscrape painting spreading, changing as the evening dew falls. Night stirs in the east, as day dozes off in the west. Fading light, coming of stars, rising of moon, winking in the sky. Starkly outlined, black trees cast their shadows in the dusk. Beauty is born in nameless color splashing across the horizon. A edge of dark begins to finger the border of light. Sleep whispers across the land, filling the hearts of the people.
May the spirit be with you, guiding you down your road. Air cools you, turning sweat into ease. The land speaks to you, showing it’s hidden treasures. Sun warms you by day and paints the horizons as it moves. Moon soothes you by night and the stars light a path for you. Wind energizes you and the sensation caresses your skin. Water refreshes you, quenching your thirst. Fire protects you and helps fill your belly. Earth embraces you, as it holds your feet. Snow kisses your cheeks, with its icy touch. Rain trickles down your face, hiding your tears. River flow over your body, washing away the dust of this world. Trees shelter you, shadowing you their shade. Creation itself waits for you.
You can’t see it nor hold it in your hands or catch it in a jar. Yet it surrounds us, in the hot air of summer, the damp zephyr of fall, the icy nip of winter and the cool brisk breeze of spring. The wildest, most amazing one is born in the midst of a storm, blowing with away it’s might, trying to blast you away and penetrating even the thickest of coats. Flowing endless melodies on the breeze, a song that spreads across the land. Faint music floats in the air. Full of energy in many forms, the most elusive element is wind.