Flowing in a gentle pattern; never changing its gentle way. A limpid pool of icy zeal always flowing with care
The beauty of the world contained within the blue jewel
As the moon controls its ebb, the world spins around
Winter begins the cycle of water.
Rigid rifts in the ground, to the towering mountains above. Steady and slowly changing, always eroding but never defeated
It is forever adamant and aggressive, walking upon it every day. A fine cover of brown dust, omnipresent in war and peace
Never befalling the tests of time,
Spring has healed the frost bitten earth.
Rising up in glowing towers, fiercely ravaging through the land.
The inferno cannot be controlled with its sadistically magnificent talons
The heart radiating with life giving pleasure; passion enthralling even the toughest souls
Fervor filling the heart with heat, the light is innately neutral, but it is never entirely evil
Summer is blazing with fire.
Caressing gentle flesh with its wispy tendrils, rustling browner leaves with a swift gust
Never rooted in one place, wandering from land to land, carefree and full of hilarity
Gentle amongst the wicked beings, forgiving and destructive; a happy-go-lucky sort of thing
Autumn brings in the gentle air.
A spark that lives within us all, the force that fills us with vigor, the remains of our ancestors, and a rush of all that lives.
Forces that cannot be contained reside within each element
The only variable that joins the different and reconciles the opponents
Forever lies the all-pervading spirit.