- He is patient, for it takes time to reach one’s potential.

- He bows to storms, for he knows they shall pass quickly.

- He is loyal, for the roots are the life.

- He is impatient, for nothing can stand still forever.

- He plays with storms, for only they can keep pace.

- He is reluctant to take form, for the wind blows in so many interesting directions.

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- He’s a NUT!

- He’s a NUT!!

- He’s a NUT!!!

- She is cold, for that is the way she preserves her environment.

- She is most powerful in times of storms, for they move her to be fierce.

- She never takes a form, for if freedom was lost she would cease to be.

- She is quiet, for the sight of her alone draws attention.

- She shines in times of storms, piercing blackness with light.

- She is pure in form, for nothing dark may touch her.

- He is loud, for it is the best way to command silence.

- He heralds the storm, for the sweetest victory is won against a prepared enemy.

- He is in love with lightning, for he can never be far from her.