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the wind calls out to me
feeling that the wind is sad as can be.
the sea begins to rise.
knowing that the water is old and wise.
the fire begins to to fade from sight.
seeing that its a strong becon of light.
the earth begins to move and shake.
knowing that this is fate.
somewhere a old soul draw his final breath.
as his soul is taking by death.
the wind guide the soul on its trip.
the water give wisdom and tips.
the fire shows the way as a light.
the earth cradles the body day and night.
the element know that this is the final peice.
with all five elements together.
the world is in balance and peace.