She is the wind

The quiet that kills,

The silence that sows fear

In fields where flowers once grew.

She is the earth

The grit and shale,

That marks the pathway

For feet stumbling, blind.

She is the sky,

The radiance of noon

With clouds freckled across

Marking the beauty in shade.

She is the moon,

Her calm laughter

Trickling in the form of light

Tucks the children into sleep.