Sing to me, again and again
the song of the sky
Make me feel the wind
rushing by my skin
and tangling my hair
Show me the ancient trees
and towering cliffs –
giants reaching for the heavens
Let me hear the cry of a hawk
the fluttering buzz of a hummingbird
the whistle of an arrow
as it splits the air
Lead me through springtime storms
and make me smell life
in the earth, the rain, the petrichor
Bring me clover and fresh rain to taste
the nectar and life
of the bees
When I grow sick or tired
remind me of these things
and sing to me, again and again
the song of the sky
About the Creator
Starlight Storm
Lover of nature, friend of the stars, weaver of legends.
Storyteller and photographer, I aim to give voice to the voiceless and share the beauty of creation.
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson2 days ago in Fiction
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