Earth, wind, water, and fire.
These elements do not match equally.
They always seem to argue and require
Much assistance from the others, finally.
Earth, you see, is very beautiful indeed,
With her long, green hair and flowers aligning the braids.
Though she may seem kind and not in desperate need,
Within her roots, her egotistical nature grows and is made.
Wind, as hot-tempered as he is, is not well-minded,
With his sharp, blue eyes and stunning face.
Though he does like to blow off steam when he is reminded,
Of the others as he plans to get rid of them without a trace.
Water, with her elegant dance, is the favorite amongst the minors,
With her warm, tender smile she is kind to those she meets.
Though under that nice complexion and nice eyeliner,
She is said to be quite mean and such a cheat.
Fire, on the other hand, does seem to be the one with the explosive attitude,
With his red-orange hair and shockingly yellow eyes.
Though he is the sweetest among the dreadful feud,
He will be the only one not to meet his unforgivable demise.
These elements never seem to agree with one another,
This is a recurring fact you might have noticed,
About whether the weather shall be spring or summer.
Maybe they should listen more to their mothers.
The world cannot take this much longer,
As the seasons change continuously from cold to hot.
The people are confused and clearly are not stronger
Than the main elements and their lots.
Bickering and arguing continues amongst the four,
Each element becoming angrier by the minute.
Sunshine, hurricanes, rainfall, and blooming flowers galore,
Rising up, up, up with their tempers and their powers.
Before they know it, the world begins to tremble before them,
The four look down in fear and confusion.
They can't let the world become damaged and unhemmed,
Because of their unabiding fusions.
For once, they make up quick,
So the world they truly adore does not become demolished.
They all join hands and form a circle without any conflict,
This will make the four realize that their bad deeds need to be abolished.
When this tragic event is over, the elements glance at each other more quietly,
Not sure what to say about this dramatic argument that caused the earth's near demise.
Earth, wind, water, and fire
Come to a silent agreement that they must work together and not collide.
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Personally Arcane
PoetryA book of my poetry. ((All art in titles is my own)) There are many categories with this book that I'm writing. There is mystery, personal, sweet, and some thriller stuff. I hope you guys enjoy a piece of my Imagination💕
