Embodied Elements

Fog, wind and sea,
Which one of these is me.
The elements of nature that form myself,
Under my skin lies that wealth.

Fog is a silent cloud,
That makes all noise become loud.
So distant but yet close,
Becomes interesting only to most.

The wind that is loud and unseen,
Rustles the leaves as friend or fiend.
Disappears when things aren't to its liking,
Yet can be friends with a courageous Viking.

Sea that is dangerous and rough,
But underneath is full of interesting stuff.
Can be gentle if you go with the flow,
Beware if the wrong seeds you sow.

The fog that I am,
Ghost of a cloud you cannot ram.
I am the wind so strong,
So I can take out all wrong.

Blue and green sea am I,
There are times even it can be shy.
Elements that have existed all though time,
Are now embodied in my soul, heart and mind.