Air, Fire, Water, Earth, and Spirit
I heard the winds of petitioning change howling ‘cross my floor
With courage bound beneath my wings, I opened up my door
The zephyr stole the tendril rooted as a graft for something more
Then whispered inspirations of hope to lift me up to soar
The torch of passion lit a match within my questing flame
to engulf the hearts of lovers true so they would know my name
The fuel that sparked me from the hearth that offered me fair game
has rallied blazing scars of power, on which to stake my claim
I felt the waves of transitional change sprinkling on my skin
The enterprise crashed over me, before I knew to swim
The tidal pools they pull me down beneath the spiraling spin
But the riptide it allows me surf; to shore it brings me in
My feet were planted firmly down beneath the molding clay
which were planted in the sanctioned soil that sent me on my way
The rocks beneath my nomadic feet gather no moss today
The earthen field I stand upon gives gardens of rosy bouquets
Mare Martell 
