Whispers floated over the land,
Waking it from its deep sleep,
Reviving the old spark of passion,
Stirring up the energy stored.
For she was coming, she was coming!
Her hair, the wind's favorite medium.
Her skin, the earth's preferred satin.
Beloved child, she was coming home!
For too long had she been away,
Too little did she play with her family.
Now the wind began to loosen her plait,
And the earth was tickled by her toes.
Oh, how she missed this!
Forgot how it was to feel nature!
She relished the joy in her heart,
And laughed with the breeze.
But silly, lovable, wondrous girl,
She was not the only one slighted.
When she was gone and far from there,
With whom could the wind and earth play?
Author notes
Prompt: e. "Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair." ~ Khalil Gibran
I saw the prompt and I knew what I wanted to write about. Here ya go, brand new for you.
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Comments
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Yes, this is some stunning imagery you've painted. I absolutely adore this Khalil Gibran quote and you did it justice. Well done and thank you for participating in the contest.
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Thank you for the lovely comment and creating the contest =]
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A lovely take on the prompt and the imagery is beautiful.
"And the earth was tickled by her toes." I really enjoyed that bit. Hehe. Thanks for entering and good luck
Love,
Ylova
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Thank you!
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