It's Elementary

To balance the unbalanced
And provide the wet to the dry
Create with elements rearranged
Not simply arranged on empirical plains
Sometimes disarranged.
The elements were happy in their state
They'd tell you if you'd listen, They'd say:
"We're quite in order, thank you very much!"
Place them in the fiery cup
until they're too hot to touch
Watch their cries entangling
And their impurities cast aside
Mixed up and born a new
Another combination to add to the zoo
The elements number few
They make up me and you.
Perfected in their original state.
A mountain, a flower, or a lake
Because, we, all of us, pretty patterns make
But as I want to create:
I will Arrange, disarrange and rearrange
and if that seems abstract or strange
Happy to explain in a personal exchange.