The Frail Soil Crumbles

A cycle of elements

By Blake SPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Photo by Samantha Oakey on Unsplash

The frail soil crumbles.

Packed tight, it is resolute.

Life grows from beneath.

Quiet, motionless

a breeze turns crisp, blustery.

everywhere, stirring.

Serene glow flickers.

Blackness pierced by radiance,

ash floats down slowly.

Gossamer droplets,

endless swell cascades throughout.

The frail soil crumbles.

nature poetry

About the Creator

Blake S

Inspiration comes when friends follow their dreams. Writing helps me escape from reality into the world my mind creates, even if it is only for brief bursts at a time.

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A cycle of elements

About the Creator

Blake S

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