Looking For Gold | Pentgram

A pentagram

I am the Earth,

The seed of dreams

Has been thrown into me

The sound of young violin

Grows through the cracks

Carrying golden leaves.

I am the water,

I carry the sign

Of the two opal fishes

On my forefinger

I walk with soft steps on the water surface,

And the rage inside is erratic.

I am the wind,

The sphere of Mirage

Is watching on my scent.

I can hear the whistles

Of the angels

Coming from between the branches

Of the old tree.

I am the wood,

In the underlying forest,

Where the river lies beneath the land,

The solar boat is waiting for me,

To take me back to the west,

I am the fire,

In my belly

Your wings ripe.

Come,

On the flamenco rhythm

You don't need time to fly.

where is your slipper?!