Fire speaks in roaring flames

That rise and twist and turn

That leave their dark, proud, ashen mark

On everything they burn

Earth speaks in rumbling, deep and slow

Where rock and stone do meet

Where crystals shine and metals gleam

Far down beneath our feet

Water speaks in waves that crash

And then in tiny drops

And then in sparkling river's songs

From coast to mountaintops

Air speaks in breezes, quick and light

Or storms with flash and thunder

Or gusts that shout with brutal force

And tear your pleas asunder

They speak to you as well as me

Then call to one another

Then they return to earth, sky, sea

To our eternal mother