Fire, wind and water,
Though useful
sometimes they be,
When they shouldn’t
oughtta,
They become a sight
to see.
They can work
together.
Sometimes they appear
alone,
Quite hell-bent for
leather,
A threat to both skin
and bone.
We can’t say which
danger
Is worse than the
other two –
Which outcome is
stranger –
All of them odd
witch-works do.
What’s weird with
this trio,
The three do not in
concert,
And with the same
brio,
Their destructive
voodoo flirt.
Fire with wind is
frightful;
True calamity they
cause.
Avoidance insightful
–
The winners are
natures’ laws.
Wind plus water
smashes
All that it finds in
its way.
Land, air, seaborne
crashes,
Equally come into
play.
Fire and water are
strange;
They never join as
partners.
At times, they do
arrange
To play tag with
snail-darters.
Fire can be useful:
To heat up water for
tea,
And make forests
fruitful,
By burning the
deadwood tree.
It’s in this latter
work,
Fire and water do
battle.
Fire can be a jerk;
Water says,
“Fiddle-faddle.”
Fire can be
destructive –
That’s how their
battle begins.
Water is deductive;
That is how it
sometimes wins.
Fire[s no match for
water,
Except deep under the
sea.
There, it gives no quarter
–
Whatever that, “Fire”
may be.
Water. Wind and fire,
Earth’s trio of
destruction –
A funeral pyre,
Or a breeze of
seduction =
A soft wave.
Transporting
Voyagers across the
sea,
Gentle winds
cavorting
Amid a gathering,
carefree –
A fireplace in winter,
When rain clouds
deliver snow,
Bonfires in lands
hinter,
Where warming pine
tree logs glow.
Take caution with
weather,
Be it hot, winter or
rain.
Climate’s on a
tether;
It dangles there not
in vain.
Fire, wind and water,
Though soothing
sometimes they be,
Function like hell’s
daughter
When Ma Nature sets
them free!
