harken from on high,
in streams of Heaven’s craftsmanship
adrift in sunlit skies.
In elemental concordance
they move throughout the air,
hermetic echoes from the past
O’ how I love to stare.
A graceful bliss worth pondering,
behold them passing by,
perhaps a wave in wonderment
will greet your thankful eye.
As salamanders greet the fire
and nymphs swim oceans wide,
and gnomes traverse the earthen soil
the sylphs just seem to glide….
Poem by Will Rout