Sun beat down across the landmass that emanated from the south of the island. Air was humid, begging for Storm to honour it with it’s battle drums and spears to clear the way. Rock sat patiently whilst the beating of Sun pounded against the stone, the heat being given to Air. Rock took some for itself, it only lost to Air as the day wore on.
Sea lapped quietly at Rock, cooling waters followed directions taken by its ancestors, who slowly formed a passage into the land. The deep currents and shallow waves brought up Thought from the depths, carried up from the deepest trenches where Life knew how to live.
As Rock warmed, Thought moved through the dark caves carved and settled in by Sea. It left the waves and found parts of Air forgotten but traces of Sun mapped a way through heat and then light.
Thought spilled out rising on the warm currents and causing Air to move more than it cared as Sun burned away. Wind saw a chance to fly once more and carried the thought inland. Thought found Tree and its leaves whispered the word “Follow”.
