Strength in Fragility

The sky opens wide, a canvas of shifting hues,

Clouds trailing like undone threads across the wind.

Beneath, the earth feels soft underfoot,

Its quiet strength wrapped in roots and stone,

A foundation masked by fleeting frailty.

The morning glimmers in silver dew,

Each droplet trembling on a blade of grass,

Poised on the edge of collapse,

Yet defying gravity,

Its fragility a kind of strength.

And then—everything changes.

A sudden gust scatters the mist,

Leaves spiral in an unseen rhythm,

And the world seems to hold its breath,

Suspended between stillness and storm.

I reach for the fragile—

A broken stem, a petal torn,

And find resilience hidden there.

For even the weakest thread binds the world,

And even the faintest light finds its way home.