By Ariel Wetzel
Rulers of the earth, mighty earthquake's cause,
To the fragile blossoms, he is father.
Goddess of the sea, beauty is unflawed,
Reigns the depths of opaque ocean water.
From the clouds watches Lord of the Sky,
His breath is the gentle breeze pushing sails.
Empress of fire, she answers not why,
Her angered wrath bestows fiery gales.
Four compass points hold the world in balance,
Making order of chaos, gods stand tall,
Destroyed by none, not sword, arrow, or lance,
For pieces of deities comprise all.
What form gods take is a mystery,
But true hearts never fall to falsity.