The Battle of the Elements

[Frozeneye]

I sit alone in a sealed tenebrous place,
A bucket of water, a candle and space,
A crooked tree and a breeze as well,
But not a single window in this burning hell.

The bucket of water threatens the candle,
Yet strangely nothing touches its handle.
Then the bucket of water begins to slip,
Striking the wax with hardly a drip.

So the bucket falls and the candle tips over,
The fire spreading toward the oversized clover.
Upon impact the plant ignites,
The flames extending to astounding heights.

The burning bush tries to trap the breeze,
Which slips right by with the simplest of ease,
Proceeding to sweep up the ashes and flame,
As well as the water that started the game.

Then the wind abruptly disappears,
While the aether still perseveres.
Listening to all motion’s evanescence,
I sit alone with the quintessence.