Letters to My daughter: The Fifth Spirit

 You dream and speak of Elsa, 
 But don't you know that you have powers too? 
 The sun and moon waltz on your face, 
 And every time I kiss your eyelids 
 I feel the earth's of you hum beneath.
 When rivers come down on your face, 
 I am struck. You are waterful too. 
 And there's the fire in your heart. 
 Then you are the wind, never standing still. 
 And when I try to catch you with a jar, 
 I remember:  Step back.  
 She has her powers to protect her.