"We wouldn't work," West whispered.
"Why?" Wind wanted wherefore,
wanted wisdom,
wanted words.
"We weren't woven,"
"We'd weave." Wind whimpered.
"Wrong. We'd wilt."
West wind warms, Wind wondered,
warms worlds?
"Wild wishing?" West wrinkled.
"Wit."
"Wealth."
Wind washed, "Wedding?"
"Wildflowers."
"Warm willows."
"White weaving."
"Want." Wind wished worse.
"Wow. Wind, would we work?
Would we weave?
Would we warm?"
West went wild with wistful wondering,
"Would we wash worlds with
whirls, with whisper, with want."
Wind wept, waiting, wanting.
West wagered, weaving Wind with
wholehearted worth.
"We work," Wind was weightless.
West welcomed wedding Wind,
"We wove."
About the Creator
Jenna Sedi
What I lack in serotonin I more than make up for in self-deprecating humor.
Zoo designer who's eyeballs need a hobby unrelated to computer work... so she writes on her laptop.
Passionate about conservation and sustainability.
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