Antlered Risting

Seven tines
By: ME

Before me a fire burns, with warmth upon my face.
To my left the wind blows, bringing every breath.
To my right stone endures, giving strength in bone.
Behind me the sea, that is the blood past.
Below me the moon reflects, with a calm of the mind.
Above me the sky, that is a crown upon my head.
Here I am the land, it is the flesh made me.