A warm, crackling fire
A friend to the weary and the cold
An all-consuming inferno
One desire and an eternal hunger
 
A brush of wind
Rustling through a quiet meadow
A shrill, biting cold
Lose your footing, and it'll carry you away
 
Summer rains
Make you feel one with the world, don't they?
But in the dead of night
The freezing rain wants you to be one with it
 
And in my mind
I am earth
Though my exterior might change
Fire, wind, water, in their calm and their rage
Inside I am still earth
And though I might rumble
I know life is growing within me
And it will not yield to the elements.