Ancients

Ancient are the winds, waters, fire and earth
Arcaic, mysterious
yet,
calm and soothing
neverending, perfect.

Flows, observes, rests and cools,
water. . . the blood of all life nessecary.

It brings life to the lifeless,
animation to the unanimated,
it is the essence of peace and tranquility.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

One the first poems I wrote.

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