Water flows down from highest peaks,

Cold as snowflakes on the tongue.

Swift as night in winter.

Fire leaps from tree to tree,

As if by magic.

Hot as July in a Tennessee summer.

Harsh as a word from a bitter soul.

Earth shifts and moves though unseen,

Yet immovable and still.

Pungent as mushrooms cooked in linguini.

Solid as the oneĀ in your arms.

Air swirls and dances among the leaves,

Turning Nature into Music.

Clean and sharp as the smell of fresh lemon.

Free as a child among wildflowers.

Four elements each unique.

Four distinct personalities, present in each of us.

Bringing balance to a chaotic mind.