Water speaks in waves,
She comes and goes,
But never constant,
She never speaks to fire’s glow.

Fire is loud and brutish,
His roar breaks the quiet night.
No one wants to talk to him,
His rage is too fierce, too bright.

He only speaks to Air,
For she whisps right through him,
Carrying sparks and embers,
A fleeting touch, a fiery hymn.

Earth listens, silent, still,
Her deep voice rooted in the ground,
She speaks not to the tempest,
But to the whispers all around.

Air, she dances lightly,
Her voice a breeze so fine,
She speaks to all but holds no weight,
Her words are free, but undefined.

Water sighs and waits,
Her voice both soft and deep,
She flows, she moves, she nurtures all,
But in her heart, secrets keep.

Earth, with steady patience,
Speaks to none but time,
Her words are slow, yet steady,
Each thought a rhythm, a quiet rhyme.

The Elements, in quiet harmony,
Know their roles, their place,
They speak not for the world to hear,
But to the winds, the stars, the space.

Each one alone, yet all entwined,
Their voices blend, they intertwine.
For even silence speaks to those
Who listen close, who truly know.