Watching the seed that is planted
and the tree that sways
Reaching deep into the dirt
to feel connected, portrays
that whistle in your ear
from the light breeze
to the storm that rages
and rattles your breath, foresees
the warmth in the flame
the life dancing hums
Crackle and scorch the soul
as this element succumbs
to waves that ebbs
and tides to cleanse
A thirst among our body
forever quenching sends
an answer of who I am
the balance of Her scales
In tune with natures majesty
skyclad, this robe unveils
Author notes
Prompt: Wicca/Witchcraft/Spells and Potions
--Nature
--Beauty - give it a form, whatever.
In a list
A contest entry
- A Fistful of Prompts by VoltaicHypnosis.
750 points, ended July 4, 2008, 18 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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