The air pulls at my wings
Even when upon the ground
In the sky, it sings
And howls with fury's sound

Fire seems controlled and tame
Eating food from our hands
But should it return to fury's claim
It can blacken, ravage the lands

Soothing to the senses it runs
Water's babbling streams and brook
Ocean's waves under moon or sun
Shatters ships, by fury's hands, shook

Soil named earth by some
Home of creatures, plants and trees
Yawns wide with rumbling hum
Roaring open, cracking with fury's need

Wild, yet called to our hands
Elements of Nature do as we ask
Though never take for granted sea, sky or lands
Or Nature will eventually take us to task

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Mayan, in the year 755 AF.