People say green thumbs are rare Because they know not To coax growth from dirt Is to labour Watered with the eye’s diamonds Shone with topaz and citrine Fed with air To grow gold from the depths.

I am the air the wind the freedom You cannot hold me contain me predict me You are the earth steadying, supporting they’d say grounding firmly on your feet I have bits of earth in me. Resonating with yours Just as my breath rekindles bits…

Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire, fueling all that we desire. And yet that base is often attacked. Yes, based on history, but more myth than fact. The world dangles not on elemental ire- As science has shown whenever we enquire. Yet still, this spell asks…