Elementary Ele-Mental

Walking wistfully in Winter,
The snowbound heavens roll overhead.
A gale casting over the sea,
Seems alive in its throes.

Whispering and shouting all it knows,
To those with endurance to listen.
A madness, tolerable in the extreme,
Brings with it the breath of sanity
Nay, life itself.

From whence does it come?
What hidden source spurns it around us?

Some say our essence returns,
To an infinite well where all is contained.
As a discarded toy is swept back into a great box,
Is there not equality amongst its contents?

Death then,
The great equaliser,
Where everything has its form,
Save the One Soul,
Boundless in scope,
Holding within,
The possibility of everything.