Earth, drenched with wet ash
Breaks, green shoots sprouting skywards
Blossoming like fire
.
Fire burns through old wood
Fallen branches becoming
Ashes in the wind
.
Wind, upon whose wing
seeds of life and clouds alike
cross land and water
.
Water from grey clouds
falls, that new life might rise up
from fertilized earth.
About the Creator
Origami
Reader, thinker, storyteller, nerd. He/Him.
Stuck in Place
Amy whistled as she walked through her front yard, looking for any sticks she could pick up and throw into the pile she and her brother were making. They had a big windstorm recently; as such, all the trees in their yard had suffered some damage in some loss of sticks. Or perhaps losing those sticks was a good thing since their trees probably needed to be pruned anyway. Amy wasn't sure.
By Rebecca Patton5 days ago in Fiction
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