Hope Elements | Sam Needham

Burning torrents made foundations cast, Too bright to view ; hot to touch They’ve overlooked the passing of time, Immortalised by maps, we ride the dotted line. Fire. The sky is falling ; The rivers rising Lapsing of time, sees a carving line, Valley to valley, beginning to end, Crossing of water is onward journey’s friend Water. Our faces tight, eyes wide shut, Gale upon gale, winds of change, We braced, one step by one, This land weathers, age after age. Wind. Now before us, now beneath us, Surrounds us, teases us, Greens, reds and the deepest of blacks The crunching of gravel steep through flat, Earth Vaster than vast, Onlookers adored, taken aback, Heights to behold and stories to be told, This is a telling, a fable for old, Elements