“Four Elements”

Rain.
The comfort of all pain.
One that keeps us sane,
But is it an excuse for being lame?

Sun.
The one that makes things done.
Shedding sweat in front.
Its glare it regularly taunts.

Wind.
Knocks away our things.
Keeps all those wishes linked.
Cultivates those growing seeds.

Earth.
The foundation of birth.
The fortress of our turf.
Generations for it to convert.

Written on Thursday, December 8, 2011
Theme: Tranquility | Stanzas: 4 | Lines: 16
Rhyming sequence: AAAA | Syllabic range: Unordered