Air and Fire, Earth and Water,
Freely given to son and daughter.
Upon their birth into this land,
From the warmth of Mother's hand.
Paths they seek and paths they find,
Some are cruel and some are kind.
All are long with no end to reach,
Journeys are made just to teach.
Sun shines down to warm the Earth,
Providing Light, the Lords own hearth.
Rocks and stones, dirt and sands,
Pull Light in with welcome hands.
Tree and shrub, rose and weed,
Earth uses Light to feed.
The Light flows through to all their parts,
This is where the magic starts.
Deer and Dove eat leaf and seed,
Fulfilling their most basic need.
Through their blood the Light now flows,
This is where the magic grows.
Bear and human, blood they want,
To keep the balance they must hunt.
Across their soul the Light is draped,
This is where the magic's shaped.
Man is made to tend her fields,
And share the Light her body yields.
Oils and potions, ales and breads,
This is where the magic spreads.
The Mother's children all grow old,
All Light's stories one day are told.
To live again the child first dies,
This is where the magic flies.
Bereft of body, blood and stone,
Light's long journey is nearly flown.
Through the Air into the Sun,
The cycle finished is now begun.
Hope you enjoy it.