Earth's monologue

Today, I feel blue. Even though it is Spring now, and all that numbing, cold snow has melted away from my body, I somehow feel depressed. It's strange. Usually, seeing the budding trees and the orange bellies of robins make me ecstatic, but I guess it's just making me feel worse about myself. Everywhere, things are changing; the birds have found life partners, flowers are blooming back to life, even the humans are preparing plans for Spring's arrival. Yet, no matter what season it is, or how warm the weather gets, I remain here. I stay the same. I cannot change like they can.

I know it doesn't seem like a big deal. I mean, I am the earth. How can I change when I'm the one that provides for them? They depend on me for their survival. If I were to change, their routines would be altered and they would cease to exist. I am the only one out of the four elements that has to carry this heavy burden of life on my back, yet they don't appreciate my sacrifice. You know how hard it is to make friends with the other elements? Take fire for instance. I've always found him beautiful. He can change his colour from red to blue, depending how hot he gets. His warmth is soothing, but as when he stays on top me for too long, he ends up burning my exterior! How rude! And wind! You can never tell what mood she'll be in next. At first she'll grant me with gentle breezes to cool me off on hot days, whispering the latest gossip
in my hear. Then all of a sudden, I say one wrong thing that'll set her and she'll be huffing and puffing and howling at my face. not onl that, but she's always in a hurry, she never really has time to talk with me. She probably doesn't know how lucky she is, being able to see every inch of the world.

Water is the only element I can have a decent conversation with I suppose. I depend on her as much as she depends on me. She gives nutrients to my soil and refreshes my exterior on dry days. Sometimes, she can be a little too much. She's a tad dramatic and when she starts crying, she floods my body untill I can no longer breath. She can change as well, turning herself into ice, vapors and bak to a liquid again. It makes me slightly jelouse. I don't know...I guess I'm tired of being the same. I'm tired of all the elements showing off their abilities. I'm tired of being me.