Sacred Elements of Life
The earth's divine secrets
Brush Fire
Fire burns the brush,
hiding inside my cold soul.
The warmth brings me life.
Defiled
Bare feet on the earth,
her power undefiled.
Taking what's not mine.
Holy Water
Wash my soul gently
with the holiest of springs.
My spirit is clean.
Breath of Life
I thought I would die
before the air filled my lungs.
The breath of life won.
About the Creator
Ginger Gillenwater
Her head tilted as she absorbed the glorious sight of her name on the cover. "Well," Ginger said, "I think my name is too long. I need a pen name."
In the end, alphabet soup always wins.
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Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
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