“Who is first amongst equals?” Socrates asked.
“I am!” stomped Earth. “Without me, there is no ground for arguments to stand on.”
“Boooo!!” howled Wind. “Did you lift that bit from Water? Or did you get mud in your ears?”
“Stop blowing smoke!!!” roared Water. “No, I mean… stop with the nonsense.”
“Hahahaha” cracked Fire. “Water, I thought you’d be the most fluid. Never knew you’d rather be air-dried cough cough 😊”
Socrates rolled his eyes and sighed “I’m appointing Aether as first. Rest of you… get a planet.”
“What hubris!” the four exclaimed.
Shade of Hellos, you’ve lingered far too long.
Wept dry tears after sorrow turned bitter.
Swallowed a rock that settled in your gut.
But I now see your barricades crumbling.
For I’ve kindled a small fire in the dark,
by a tiny corner den in your heart.
Extinguish it you may try, but white fire never dies.
And grow it will into a conflagration.
And burn it will all rotten deadwood.
Melting the sap that suffocates the air so.
Opening that canopy that kept you low.
Till all that remains is red ashes and charcoal.
Fertile grounds for a new life and soul.
So awaken now young seedling, become the tree of life.
Grow tall and dig deep for there will be strife.
The shade no longer hides the sand.
Hellos now shines across the land.
A late pie act burnt his face,
And ate pieces. Attractive urn kiss surface.
Band mated piecemeal. Reactive turnip is laced.
Contraband matter mealworms regurgitated nipple vis bootlace.
Contrast tattered wormwood agitated pineapple vista tollbooths.