I sit here all alone.
I listen to the quiet song
of the wind.
I listen to the secrets she
has collected along the way.
I beg her to share what she has
learned.
Yet she moves along her way just
whispering little nothings.
I sit here all alone.
I listen to the soothing song
of the rain.
I listen to the calming
reassurance in his voice.
I do not question the rains
promises.
The rain moves on following the
wind.

I sit here all alone.
I listen to violant rantings
of the fire.
I ask why so angry with
everything.
I ry to calm the fire with
my soothing friend.
Yet he grows more violant with
every drop of my soothing friend.

I sit here all alone.
I feel the strength of my friend
the earth.
She has an aged wisdom that calms
the most violant fire.
She absorbs the soothing revitalization
of her brother the rain.
Then I hear her gossip with her sister
the ever moving and wonderng wind.

Then I realize that I do not
sit here alone.
I am surrounded by my friends.
They are aged beyond time.
I do not question what the can
and cannot do.
I blindly trust in my four friends.