Earth, solid ground
Beneath my feet, it holds me steady
Nature's foundation
Water, fluid life
Rushing in a never-ending flow
Eternal motion
Air, invisible force
Carries the songs of the wind
Nature's symphony
Fire, passionate dance
Flickering, illuminating dark
Wild and dangerous
About the Creator
The Fish Song
The room didn’t smell like disinfectants. Its fragrance seemed light and not overbearing. A soft mixture of lavender and mint permeated the space. No beeping machines or any tubes hooked up to four-year-old Kaleeka. Her cacao skin seemed to glow from the light over her head. The family, save for one and the doctors and nurses exited the room like a trail of saints showing their last vestiges of regard.
By Skyler Saunders7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
I find this poem to be very beautiful and calming