The flames of the bonfire flicker and flare,

Furling and curling they leap in the air,

Dizzy and dancing they flitter and flee,
Consuming and fuming and quick as can be.
The flame of the candle burns steady and slow,
In a halo of peace it will give you its glow.
It shines with a light unruffled and true -
A still flame a-gleam round a centre of blue.
Paul King
The splash and swirl of the water,
The rush and the roll of the breeze,
The crackle and hiss of the flickering fire,
The sigh and the soughing of trees:

The day is full of the language

Of the elements song that I love;
But at night I can hear the deep song of my heart,
And the music of bright stars above.

Greatness
I will be great, the acorn said,
But everyone laughed,
You're quite off your head!
I will be great, the little shoot knew,
But everyone jeered,
What, a pipsqueak like you!
I will be great, said the sapling green,
But everyone scoffed,
You can barely be seen!
I will be great, said the fine young tree,
And everyone mumbled,
We'll see, we'll see.
Now I am great, said the oak stout and tall,
And the trees all agreed,
You're the king of us all!
Paul King

Twixt earth and sky the mountain sits

Magnificent, mighty, massive and true,
With roots sunk deep in the secrets of earth
And summit ascending to heaven's bright blue.
Close to heaven in light-filled skies,
Close to earth and deeper than sea,
The mighty mountain speaks its worth
Silent and certain: This is me!

Away sleep, away!

Hail lovely day!
We'll out into the world, me boys,
And brook no delay.
We'll work with a will,
Steadfast in skill:
In the wide, waking, wondrous world
We've deeds to fulfil!
Paul King