Poetry

Life

The wind blows softly by

caressing my face

every nook, cranny, crevice

The wind carries with it,

on every bump, turn, spin

the essence of life

That fresh, crisp, musty smell of the Earth

Bright, vibrant, skyscraper Pine Trees

Slow, rippling, crystal blue Water

Dark, soft, cool Dirt

it all comes together to create life

the thing we crave, above all

Life, a pulse.