Earth, Wind, Fire, Water

• Jarrah Ransome, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2012

The wind is breezing,
The water is still.
I hear the blowing air,
It is freezing.
The fire is burning,
The flames are red hot.
The logs are ashes,
As the wind is turning.
Watch the sunrise
With its bright rings.
The birds are dancing,
And singing nice cries.