The night, the cold (also known as the wind) and the ocean all detest permanence, which only the earth could hold. When the sun goes down, they all sit together at the horizon and plot against it. The night pushes the moon around, causing the tides. The wind blows on the ocean, causing great waves. Their mortal enemy is the earth, for the earth can withstand their power, but at the shore, the earth's power is limited. The earth's only friends are warmth (also known as fire) and the day. Fire was only on his side because he cowered from the water, but with enough energy from the fire, the earth would emerge from the water and hold it back. The day was on his side because the other powers only liked to work in the darkness, where the night would cover them. The dirt runs away, as far away as he can from the ocean. He can survive against the other three powers, but not against the water. She only weakens him. Only the helpless grains of sand remain, to moan as they grate past each other when the waves crash and break. They yearn to return to the earth, where they will be safe, but their scorn makes them useless to the earth, for they cannot grow plants. Unlike the night, who shares with his brother day, the ocean and the wind also stand for their freedom. The wind is free to roam, but the ocean cannot. The ocean needs her space, so she pushes the boundaries of the earth. They say that there is a Mother Earth, but that's not true. The earth is tought, rugged and manly. He stands on his own, at the top of a mountain. He holds his ground and does not give way to anything without a fight.The ocean is the epitome of femininity. She is gentle, if need be, and harsh when forced. She is fluid, emotional, pensive and open-minded.
We are all but children of these powers. The spirits of the night, the cold, and the ocean not only composed my enchanting song, but forged my very soul.