Speak. i am the wind your broken tree limbs standing between whispers of a joyful life unlived and the script you’ve been written in beloved is the breeze open season on open seas luminosity adorns my flower crown electrified wings set in spring summer says Speak. before autumn takes thy words kept for winters muted breath i am the soil the meadow an emerald sky beneath your feet Speak. as summer unfolds effervescent rage a new stage birthing the ton cascades of characters the next escapade Speak. or again dissipate
Wonderful words calling for self-expression and action in the face of life's transient nature. ✨💜🙏
Beautiful 🤩