Strands of wet hair like damp silk
the rain quenches like mothers milk.

Warmed skin from the sun rays
leave a kiss from the blaze.

Sweet smell of flowers on the wind
flood the senses like an old friend.

Earthen grit under the feet
there is nothing more sweet.

Four elements of life
combine together no strife.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Aeguary, in the year 582 AF.