Earth beneath my feet
is like a firm foundation
sitting on quicksand.
Water waves to us
inviting the timid to
feel the rocking calm.
Wind is air’s way of
talking to us about life
we can’t live without.
The passion we share
is an everlasting fire
that warms the heart’s soul.
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Tara Branche
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