It lay gently on the soft of the sky,
Beaming on the city and started to cry,
It looked up at the stars,
And cried, 'IT USED TO BE OURS!'
Then went back down to die.

The wind howled ferociously like a bear,
Crying for help looking everywhere,
It looked at a child,
Looking despetly wild,
And dies on the spot right there.

The sea kicked the rocks with angry rage,
Feeling like being trapped in a cage,
'I WANT TO BE LET GO,
No one will know,
The war that the oceans will wage.'

The fire flickered with an angry roar,
Trying to get itself out the door,
He tried to go off,
But got terribly lost,
And the elements will rule no more.