EARTH

(escapril day 4- earthly pleasures)

The tender wildflower stretches skyward midst a golden field. Most days, the warmth of daylight is enough for her, but as it turns to dusk, she often finds herself longing for glittering stars and free birds. She wishes to be one with the sky, but how can she?
The crag on the mountain stands alone. He feels each storm before all else, soaks in the drops one by one. He longs to sway to the rhythm of the rain, but he must remain stalwart, for that is the nature of his creation.
The tumbling waterfall sprays a rainbow mist over the mossy rocks below her, into the gentle pond. She envies his stillness and tranquility while he marvels at her strength and majesty above him.

I wonder about myself, sometimes. If I am so soft, can I be so strong? I am kind, but I wish to be fierce. Feeling so inadequate, could I ever be so brilliant?

I wonder, about myself sometimes. What is the nature of my creation?