Speak freely to the air
for all it throws back-
whether it be a breeze, a gust, or a tempest-
is void of ill-wishes
and cannot pose any harm.
When spoken to
the water will sing back
with an orchestrated rain
or a metered undulation.
Do not fear the depths of placidity,
it wants nothing but to make buoyant your soul.
Fire will not think to scorch
least the embers glow
and more than words are thrown into the flames.
Heed where feet pirouette
when felicitating nature's eloquence.
It's only the human tongue,
with its eons of phonations
that hastens from serenity to blasphemy
without forecast.
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