A Tale of Four Kingdoms

The babbling brook, and her esquire of fish,
the sovereign mountain, and his legion of hills,
the imposing oak, and her court of saplings,
and the great storm, and his myriad of nimbuses,

The lark whispers of the brook, and how gentle her embrace is,
the fox speaks of the mountain, and how fearsome his temper is,
the mouse sings of the oak, and how beautiful her leaves are,
and the man speaks of the storm, and the fear and power that accompanies it,

The brook traveled across a deep gully, searching for secrets,
the mountain rumbled throughout the forest, looking for redemption,
the oak danced through the wind, asking for its guidance,
and the storm arced through the ocean, hunting for acceptance,

Despite the differences of the brook,
the mountain,
the oak,
and the storm,
they are brothers and sisters, they are the one and the same, and they are eternal.