There is a family,
A bizarre one indeed.
Every day they're happy,
4 brothers it needs.
Forever running,
But never together.
And when they're coming,
They come one after the other.
One brings noise,
And one brings fun.
The third annoys,
The last, fiery like the sun.
The first loves colours,
As he drifts through time.
He is the peaceful brother,
And brings the smell of pine.
The second is radiant,
And floats from here to there.
Though rude, he's brilliant.
Always lovely and fair.
The third is a bit different,
Sweating as he runs.
A very ignorant person.
Really pesky when he comes.
The last is a blazing fire,
Like a comet, plunges deep.
Brings beauty to a gloomy pasture,
A strong one, who never weeps.
Being complete opposites,
They balance each other out.
Cruising over continents,
They live forever - no doubt.
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