The elements speak to one another
They compare traits that each one contains
Water boasts how it can be healer
Air says it’s no longer bound by chains
Fire spreads how it can keep heat
Earth calls on how it is very tough
All of these are a very big feat
Each element can’t have what is enough
They all bicker each time they convene
On only one subject of who is the best
Turmoil thrums through becoming very mean
But forever bound on only one crest
The pentacle says the spirit mother
For they all truly need one another
midnight writer
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