What good are chimes without wind?
A soundless expanse,
Devoid of a single note,
A colorless noise.

What good is a flower without water?
A brittle, dry mass,
Once full and vibrant,
Now only a husk.

What good is fire without its spark?
A cold world,
Vacant of heat,
Swallowed by the dark.

What good is the earth without its quakes?
A still place,
Without a single movement,
So barren and blank.

What good am I without you?