She loved an earth that held her firm, relentlessly present, a strong & constant landscape whose only inclination was to bear her

She loved a wind from across the world that touched her skin in some unspoken, selfless way that made her know she had any body at all

She loved a wildfire in its blazing and consumptive chaos, sagely conscious that she was burning from within its hungry & narcotic flames

And they loved her in their ways, steadily, sadly; distinct but alike in unequivocally knowing she was opaque, arcane, unfathomable:

In need of a measureless ocean that awed her from each vantage point, that could do nothing but swallow her whole with an all-powerful calm