Fire
My mind is fading
Imagination degrading
Even hating
Has become artificial
Like I only care because I know it's right
But the power of Fire
does not come from hate
it comes from desire
a will to be great
Most learn this too late

Water
Adaptation seems slower
but it gets easier to give
to the waves that are lower
the longer we live
riding those waves
never ceases to amaze
every Rush
every Comfort
I hope the water takes me at the end of days

Earth
Stubborn and stout
as our bones get brittle
Our logic hardens against every riddle
The last place we end up
Is down
In the middle
Of the ground
So Gaia's cycle can spin
Around and around

Air
Fluid is the water
but unyieldingly yielding is the air
unable to form a powerful care
Yet unmared even when time wins
In this, time is linked forever to the winds
they wash over us without a sound and hardly a touch
but they erode the ground and destroy much
if the Earth, Water, and Flames fail to bring us down
Air will softly steal the memories from our crown