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- Earth
As I grow beneath —
the small rock to the high peak,
I swallow stone deep.
- Water
Ebbing symmetry
with my sister moon, we dance
my wave, her crescent.
- Air
Smoke breathed and mist formed.
I am medium to life.
Flora disagree.
- Fire
Keep me close, aloft
to brighten spirits and hands.
Careful, I can bite.
About the Creator
Lauren Girod
Undergraduate at the University of Georgia in English Creative Writing, 2024 | Sigma Tau Delta International Honors Society Member
Lover of fantasy and poet by choice - also a cynic and comedian.
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