Easterly Wind blows wily and wild,
bearing aloft the Billowing Bairn,
Southerly Flame's shadow child.
Cloud Conjure coalescing midair,
ward of Westerly Waters, rushing and riled,
sinks slowly and softly, soothed in the mire,
Northerly Earth's viscous Spawn of the Soil.
The Vice and the Victor, gritty and granular,
burnish all intents. Rebuff all ills.