Lessons in Listening - NaPoWriMo #23

I listen to the river

and wonder,

can I ever learn her language?

Or the deep, quiet lake,

or the restless, rushing waves of the ocean.

Can I learn the language of the trees

as they whisper to one another on the wind?

Or the slow language of the rocks,

and the earth and the sands?

I watch the clouds

and listen to the wind,

but there is so much more

than I can grasp.  Still, I love to listen.                               

Elemental

Water, Earth, Air, and Fire,

Building blocks

and also, demolition tools.

Both the over-abundance

and the withholding

of these materials

can destroy

anything,

everything.

 

So why do we not take more care

of the ways we use  

them?

 

And, of course,

they often remind us

of the many ways they are

beyond our control.

 

“Humans,

you are not

Masters of the Universe or

Rulers of the Planet or

Lords of the Land,”

they seem to me to say.

 

We have our place,

along with all the other creatures

amid beautiful,

terrible,

wonderous,

grand, and humble mix of

Water, Earth, Air, and Fire