Elements

Whispers, it sounds like the blowing of a breeze,
As it dances along, high above the trees,

Protective of this planet is he,

”Too much sun could kill me,”

That was the earth's simple reply,

”And I don't really want to die,”

So the rain then came out to play,

And this is what he did say,
”dear sun, I'm here only a minute or two,

 As this sweet Earth needs you too,”