I feel the ripples of this ocean, spreading to horizon and beyond as Sun’s rays touch my surface. A great trembling occurs and I am torn from my kin as I rise above what was my home. Cold air carries me, racing over sea and desert until I am dropped by the nebulous form I had grown into. Soil and stone loom ever closer until I hit land and shatter, sinking below ground, where I reform and flow, springing forth from ground and now flowing down mountain and through valley, emerging, once more, into the great ocean where I belong.
About the Creator
Philip Gardner
I'm a writer, a poet, a facilitator, a gardener and an ecologist. I like the see the connections between all things, and love to draw in all that has been marginalized in our world; to remember that they too need love.
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