A cool wind blows
Reminding those of the passing time,
With the setting sun aglow.

My friend the giant sleeps in a field
where dreams, posies and grass grow

The wind gusts blow over him and pass through
down to the meadow from which the water flows

From meadow to lake, from lake to sea
the wind and water walk by and by

Tidal forces drive one to drive another
by an eternal force that never dies

Through night and day all over the world
from skyscrapers to farmers hay

Follow the wind on it's endless flight
back to where the giant lay

I permeate
My presence surounds the land
Regardless of the nation
It is under my hand

I fly
My parts speed around
Creating the wind
Felt by those on the ground

I combine
With sunlight and water
I make earth's food
And with heat, I make fire

I sustain
All men need me to live
And they leave this earth
When I am not there to give

I support
Both plain and mountain
To many men
My presence is certain

I produce
Feeding grass and trees
Giving nutrients to
Men, beasts, and bees

I challenge
Mountains, canyons and deserts
Serve to separate
Great explorers and the lesser

I enclose
My ranges and ravines
Separate lands
preventing wars that might've been

I burn
Sending light to the sky
Warming and burning
Those who pass by

I blaze
Devouring my fuel
Both a force of nature
And man's tool

I simmer
My coals leave a path
Those who don't think
Will suffer my wrath

I flicker
Sending out rays of light
Cooking and torches
Remind men of my might

I float
Like I am being recreated
I exist in the storm
And when it's abated

I rush
Uncontrollable, wild, and free
In rapids and hurricanes
That uproot the strongest trees

I flow
Slow and calm through the marsh
Among mist, birds, and hunters
Both gentle and harsh

I pour
In drissles and sheets from above
Watering the olive tree
And sending away the dove

And so the elements did wage bloodshed
upon the realms, and the natural world bled
in numbers. Obsidian did dredge seeping
upon natures frail innocence. And weeping
in sorrow as life was entombed beneath.
Its tears of ash sealed eternally underneath.

Cinders were bathed in heavens truthful tears
As the each contended with elemental  affairs.
Oak did lumber forward to entangle all within
roots, as the heavens screamed on soils sin.
Wood did splinter, shards impaling friend
and foe, collateral damage as anarchy did descend.

The earth bellowed as the onslaught of force
did disjoin the soil. A champion would endorse
the others right of battle, blades did clash
as such impacts did render all near by to ash.
brimstone against the clarity of diamond shards
As no ground was won as blows befell within yards.

Fighting still mummers as elements do now crusade
In natural form. Allegiances do switch others made,
Scars still do heal even though such a long time ago,
when lightning strikes a oak, know they are still foe.