Earth, Air, Fire, and Water
here am I your long lost daughter.
To ocean’s sand and mountain’s loam
I have returned I have come home.
I wandered off a little child
into a storm, a tempest wild.
No wind no rain did fuel this storm
its tumult was of mortals born.
Earth, Air Fire, and Water
Here am I your weary daughter.
I've traveled far through dimming skies
and stumbled long with blinded eyes.
Pray let me sleep and dream awhile
on lily petals by the Nile.
Or I could curl up in a bower
atop the tallest redwood tower.
Earth, Air, Fire, and Water
here am I your beloved daughter.
This wooden drum is all I own
my hands upon it brought me home.
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Photograph by ©Brian Allison
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