Water
I ripple soft, but carry weight—
A tidal force, though they underestimate.
They say I’m fluid, weak, inconstant—
But I adapt, I flow, I’m persistent.
Like those who roll instead of walk,
We still move forward, still make waves—
Let them talk.
Fire
They call me too wild, too much, too loud,
A danger to control, never allowed.
But I’ve seen souls burn with silent strength,
Who light the dark...